Live by the white walls (bounce your flash anywhere you like), die by the white walls (shadows).
Fuckit Factory and Panty Hearst photos tomorrow.
Live by the white walls (bounce your flash anywhere you like), die by the white walls (shadows).
Fuckit Factory and Panty Hearst photos tomorrow.
Best Columbus show of the month? My highlights: music variety, new bands by old friends, yet another reliable show space, and one very drunk Michelle. More photos to come tomorrow.
COURTNEY HERGESHEIMER | DISPATCH
On a day filled with famous birthdays, I’ll take Darwin’s as my favorite. In doing so, however, we have to admit how little we have advanced in 200 years. Religion is still such a powerful force that even someone as “progressive” as Obama has made it a centerpiece of his rhetoric.
Read about the story behind the billboard here.




After I put my camera down Mr. Ohio grabbed me by the neck and poured his drink down my throat which contained not only flat, room-temperature PBR but chunks that reminded me of the dehydrated vegetables you find in those cups of Ramen noodles.
Expect to see OSU police cruising off campus and vice versa. Under a new partnership between the two divisions, officers will ride in each other’s cars so they can crisscross the boundaries of university and campus at whim.
If you do see them, don’t say “OSU pig go home,” because they’ll come after you, even driving the wrong way up 15th Avenue, and give you the shake down … eh … or so I’ve heard.
If you want a big turnout on a cold Wednesday night downtown book Delay. Sure they have a lot of friends, but you can also count on them playing a fun set any night of the week.



(Uke of Spaces Corners County @ Skylab, 2.4.2009)
Billed as weird folk, yet another subcategory of experimental music played at Skylab. This one just couldn’t hold my attention. Sure it’s soothing and simplistic, but I want music that latches onto something and won’t let go.
Might be a good listen if you can’t sleep because you have too much on your mind or you’re on a long road trip snaking your way through Appalachia.



(Constance @ Skylab, 2.4.2009)
First time I’ve heard Constance play besides the Fuckup Factory practices in my basement (who have their first show amid a packed roster Valentine’s Day, 2.14, @ the Columbus Indymedia Center, 1240 Bryden Road).
This time she traded a basement for a living room, electric guitar for a banjo, and classic rock covers for slam poetry-style songs. Keeping her distinctive screams. loud enough to get everyone’s attention without amplification at Skylab, and original lyrics about everything from abusive relationships to spirit animals (I think), everyone was entertained with the largest grins I’ve seen at the venue known for noise.
After doing many of the drawings for issue two of The Black Cloud, 2009 is shaping up to be a get shit done type of year for Constance. If you had to put a label on her solo material it would be folk punk, but not the type where you roll your eyes and feel embarassed for the well-intended, yet corny, musician.