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I went to the East Village the other night to meet my old roommate Liz. She lives out in Sweden now, married to my other old roommate and I hadn't seen her in almost two years, how the time flies. It was meant to be a dancing night and to my surprise there was a band setting up in the corner of the bar. I've seen a few shows there and it's a little hard to pull off, with the mini sound system and the lack of stage. I was up on the roof having a drink and I asked a blonde if she knew who the band was. She was all about them; I think they're called Favourite Sons. As I was downstairs the blonde approached me and we were talking and listening to the band. I ended up buying her a drink and she told me the band had tracked down the lead singer after hearing some of his previous material. They were pretty cool, the lead singer, hailing from the British Isles reminded me of an Irish Robert Pollard. I ended up finding Liz and we went upstairs to catch up. After the band was finished the dancing began and on the way down I saw the chick I bought the drink for kissing some dude. Ah well, can't win them all. I should have asked her if she was a true blonde...
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bar 13, favourite sons, my favorite sons
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Posted on 10/11/2005
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