With the "rebellion" of youth so mainstream and the control of this town so squarely seated in the mitts of the white-boy (55 year old boy ... ) blues contingent, it's totally punk rock to be a snot-nosed 30- or 40-year old. Most of this generation chose guitar or bass. But there's this "new" crop of just-pre-midlife-crisis dudes wailing on the black & whites like nobody's business or a monkey. To wit: Check out any of the many packed and sweaty shows by loco heroes like Pong, Hug, or ST 37, and you too may fall under the mesmerizing gaze of the weirdly handsome old fart behind the keys (okay, sometimes it's a cheesy Casio), whipping the crowd into a frenzy. {kate said she'll hop on it}
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