Dear Dickheads – October 2005

Once upon a time, there were places like the Moroccan, the DV8 basement; even Kilby Court for that matter. (That is, before the law-enforced entanglements were unleashed to stop Phil.) These were sanctuaries where one could go and dance in the name of Art and Life; these were sacred places. Where the freaks, geeks, weirdoes, misfits were all “That Guy”, because they could care less about appearance and appropriate demeanor under the doleful glares of the disenchanted fashionista brigade. Somehow the coolness cartel took over as the law stepped in and this subculture was forced to resurface, in hopes of a breath of fresh air, but what it got instead was extreme makeover “indie rock” edition!