Just like you, Matt Wild plays (played?) in a rock and roll band and is constantly broke. He has all his original hair, however, and weeps openly at baseball games.
"We must never stop reminding the reader of how little value they get for their money!" - William Gaines, founder of MAD
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to show you - Mr. Big, "To Be With You"
Des Moines: More Than We Remember #4
One Last Thing
Wasn't this past weekend something? Rock shows, Euro Bars, fancy hotels, street fests, local dancers hanging from giant chimneys in the Menomonee Valley? Yes, Milwaukee certainly closed the summer in style. My pants were literally charmed off. Twice.
But that's not why you called. No, you wanted to see this:
Des Moines: More Than We Remember #3
The London of the Midwest
Check back for the heartbreaking conclusion later this week.
So you're having a horrible day: you're hung over, the bus to work was ridiculously crowded, and this mouth-breather is still, well, breathing. What could possibly cheer you up? More nail-biting footage from Des Moines, that's what.
Des Moines: More Than We Remember #2
Bail bonds, Buck Hunter, and that whole Sarah Palin thing
For reasons I now believe will remain forever unexplained, I was sent to Des Moines over Labor Day weekend. My mission, as it were, was to find out whether or not a reasonably hip, reasonably good looking person could have a good time in Iowa's most populous city. I was accompanied on this most holy of quests by four beautiful women: Amy Elliott, Bridget Brave, Kat Berger, and Jon Anne Willow. Yeah, I know. Tough assignment.
The following video represents the first installment of my report. Look for the slightly more exciting, slightly more drunken installments sometime next week. Belive me, you'll want to see how this shit ends.