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Sunday, January 25, 2004

What's my scene?

Maybe it was the cover story in the News & Review for Sacramento (the band), but I actually had to stand in line to get into the Blue Lamp to see them, th' Losin Streaks and Rock the Light play last night (1/23). (Sunshine Smile had bowed out on account of illness.) By the first Losin Streaks song I was in, pressing myself into a postion stage right that could best be described as obscured view-- the drummer and guitarist Stan clean out of view. I credit Tim Foster and the Losin Streaks for getting me back out into the local music scene -- the fat bald man you've seen bobbing his head, often out of sync, Guiness in hand. I've seen all there local shows and have enjoyed watching them get tighter and tighter. Favorite song, as always, last night was John Brown.