Issue 245 - May 2009
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Dear DickheadsI think it’s time to address the skatepark etiquette column and make the following statement: “Dave Amador is the Rush Limbaugh of the SLC skate scene.” |
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Del the Funky HomosapienDel, Deltron, The Funky (or Funkee) Homosapien. Maybe too many names for one man, but he wears them all with panache ... “You can just call me Del, man.” |
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| by JP | |
Kristin HershKristin Hersh is a super force of nature. My own introduction to Hersh was in 1987 when my sister came running into the house waving a video cassette containing the music video to the song “Fish” by Hersh’s first band Throwing Muses. I watched it and I was harpooned. |
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| by Kyroloir | |
The Gallery RollOne event clearly illustrates the community aspect of those who love cycling in Salt Lake City and, subsequently, captures the spirit of the entire month. Mixing art and cycling of all kinds is Salt Lake’s first ever bicycle art show: The Salt Lake City Bicycle Company and SaltCycle.com’s Gallery Roll. |
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| by Chelsea Babbish | |
LocalizedThis month SLUG’s Localized presents Palace of Buddies, Birthquake and openers The Buttery Muffins at Urban Lounge. |
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| by Brian Kubarycz | |
Utah FM Celebrates One YearAs a community grassroots radio station, Utah FM strives to dig deep into the culture of their listeners. “We want to give voice to the people of Utah to create and broadcast their own content about whatever they are passionate and knowledgeable about.” |
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| by Jeanette Moses | |
Coachella: Oasis or Clusterfuck?Indio California’s three-day festival, Coachella, has quickly become the most well-known music festival in the country. |
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| by Ryan Powers | |
Mike WattWatt has spent more than 25 years “touring econo”––Watt parlance for punk-rock touring in a drive-it-yourself van, no roadies or hangers-on needed. And that time taught him a lot about America’s underground music scene. |
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| by An Old Man in the Scene | |
Food Review: EvaAlthough this restaurant is brand new, from the first moment I set foot into Eva it felt familiar and comfortable—like the kind of place I have always been hanging around. |
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| by Fred Worbon | |














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