<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293</id><updated>2012-01-12T07:40:05.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviled Hampton</title><subtitle type='html'>"Branded with the Devil, but fit for the Gods"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-4862228349334765341</id><published>2008-01-13T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:33:58.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show List - 2007</title><summary type='text'>It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything – everything you’ve ever heard about having a baby is true. Your brain pretty much turns into mush, and any free time I have is precious and not spent writing…or even thinking, really. Still, I’ve taken to the whole dad thing pretty well, and as we approach Iggy’s first birthday he’s turning out to be an amazing little guy. I won’t bore you with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/4862228349334765341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=4862228349334765341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/4862228349334765341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/4862228349334765341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-list-2007.html' title='Show List - 2007'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-7917946867349342828</id><published>2007-04-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:48:14.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I rarely remember my dreams, but I had a couple recently that stuck with me.  I thought I’d share what I can remember from them here.My son, the lawyerIn this dream, my son Iggy is working as a lawyer for a nonprofit agency.  No, he’s not grown up – he’s still a baby.  He’s with a woman I’ve never seen before, and my wife expresses her concern: “I don’t think that woman likes babies, I’m afraid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/7917946867349342828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=7917946867349342828&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/7917946867349342828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/7917946867349342828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-dreams.html' title='Two Dreams'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116793887551279521</id><published>2007-01-04T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:05:42.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 50 2006</title><summary type='text'>Here is a list of my personal “Top 50” for the year 2006. No real guidelines this time – I’ve just listed 50 random things, in no particular order, that made life more enjoyable for me in 2006. I’ve added comments on some of these, but not all of them. Below you’ll find CD’s, concerts, random life events, sandwiches…whatever. In their own way, each of these things rocked my world. It’s all good:1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116793887551279521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116793887551279521&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116793887551279521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116793887551279521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2007/01/top-50-2006.html' title='Top 50 2006'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116776814722170551</id><published>2007-01-02T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:16:21.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show List – 2006</title><summary type='text'>First off, I hope anyone reading this enjoyed their holidays. Ours were, for the most part, nonexistent. I had to work Christmas Eve night, and then get up and go in on Christmas morning. We managed to have dinner that night with my family, but it felt a bit rushed. Between the two blizzards we endured, and the awful colds that had us bedridden at times, we weren’t feeling all that festive this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116776814722170551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116776814722170551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116776814722170551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116776814722170551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2007/01/show-list-2006.html' title='Show List – 2006'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116733260818270817</id><published>2006-12-28T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:03:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Party Ever</title><summary type='text'>I was at the liquor store on Tuesday evening, stocking up the beer fridge in preparation for the snowstorm that is scheduled to hit this afternoon.  Two guys were pushing a cart around, apparently buying for a party.  I overheard one of them say to the other:“Dude, we should really mix it up – let’s get Bud Light and PBR.” I would’ve asked for an invite at that point, but I was too busy trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116733260818270817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116733260818270817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116733260818270817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116733260818270817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-party-ever.html' title='Best Party Ever'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116648055881442789</id><published>2006-12-18T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:01:10.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, or oatmeal?</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been hearing about a Denver band, The Fray, for well over a year now. Their rather swift climb “to the top” has been chronicled in the local press pretty extensively. If you were to show a photo of the band to me, it’s likely that I would immediately respond “oh yeah, that’s The Fray.” I’ve honestly seen that many articles about them. The music editor of the local arts weekly, Westword, has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116648055881442789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116648055881442789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116648055881442789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116648055881442789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/12/music-or-oatmeal.html' title='Music, or oatmeal?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116551988278867544</id><published>2006-12-07T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:31:22.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan Claus</title><summary type='text'>A coworker was telling me a story recently, about when her son was very young and attending a Lutheran school.  Her family isn’t religious, but they sent him there because the public schools near them weren’t very good.  Like many schools used to do, they would put on an annual Christmas pageant.  She said the pageant was cute at first, with all of the kids dressed in costume and singing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116551988278867544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116551988278867544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116551988278867544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116551988278867544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/12/satan-claus.html' title='Satan Claus'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-116490473782916666</id><published>2006-11-30T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:36:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much, Too Soon</title><summary type='text'>Somebody recently emailed me (I’m pretty sure it was Dee, the sassy younger sister of Raj on What’s Happening!!), and asked me when I would be updating my blog. I checked, and realized I haven’t posted anything for over two months. Not that I haven’t been doing anything - I guess I just haven’t had the time, or inspiration, to write lately.I did make it to a noteworthy show earlier this month, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/116490473782916666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=116490473782916666&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116490473782916666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/116490473782916666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-much-too-soon.html' title='Too Much, Too Soon'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115920777587450339</id><published>2006-09-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:12:16.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the Valley of the Underdog</title><summary type='text'>The weekend before last I got to relive my Seattle days, catching two shows with quintessential "grunge" band Mudhoney. I used to always say that I didn't need to see them every time they played, but I needed to see them at least once a year. Seeing as this was their first Cowtown visit since I moved back nearly four years ago, I was long overdue. I pretty much had to go both nights.The shows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115920777587450339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115920777587450339&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115920777587450339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115920777587450339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/09/beneath-valley-of-underdog.html' title='Beneath the Valley of the Underdog'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115870586943194420</id><published>2006-09-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:59:39.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X Marks the Spot</title><summary type='text'>Two Sundays ago found me and my buddy JT exclaiming “to Hell with sleep!” and heading over to the 3 Kings Tavern. The occasion was the first ever Denver landing of extraterrestrial rockers Zolar X! I saw them last February in Seattle, and loved them, and there was no way I was going to miss out on the chance to see them again.We got there a little before 9:30, and the club had posted a starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115870586943194420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115870586943194420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115870586943194420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115870586943194420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/09/x-marks-spot.html' title='X Marks the Spot'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115861842101265561</id><published>2006-09-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:29:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Surgery Disasters</title><summary type='text'>Check it out! I got my picture taken with Jello Biafra! More on that later…On Saturday night, I was heading out to a show kind of late. I had the radio tuned to the local “oldies” station, which does an all 70’s program on Saturday evenings. Right before going to a commercial, the deejay announced that he would be playing Gary Glitter’s Rock &amp; Roll, Pt. 2 when he returned from break. He then went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115861842101265561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115861842101265561&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115861842101265561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115861842101265561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/09/plastic-surgery-disasters.html' title='Plastic Surgery Disasters'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115696490195642359</id><published>2006-08-30T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:14:22.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Choice</title><summary type='text'>Did I ever tell you about the time I went to the circus, but instead of a bunch of clowns and animals there were some old 80’s bands playing? Probably not, as it just happened last Saturday…Okay, it wasn’t really the circus – it was the CityLights Pavilion. For those of you not in the know, the CityLights Pavilion is a big tent they set up in the parking lot of the Pepsi Center during the summer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115696490195642359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115696490195642359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115696490195642359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115696490195642359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/08/freedom-of-choice.html' title='Freedom of Choice'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115628943605340277</id><published>2006-08-22T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:30:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven &amp; Seven Is</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it’s once again been a long time between posts.  Not that I’ve been doing anything different lately…The Buzzcocks – Any chance to see these Manchester punk pioneers is always a cause for celebration.  This show at the Bluebird offered few surprises, with the exception of a new drummer who looks like he’s about 15 years old, but it was still a blast.  What was interesting this time was that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115628943605340277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115628943605340277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115628943605340277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115628943605340277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/08/seven-seven-is.html' title='Seven &amp; Seven Is'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115337533186674045</id><published>2006-07-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:02:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady As She Goes</title><summary type='text'>It was a busy weekend:Electric Eel Shock - I got an email freebie for this show, so I decided to run down to the Bluebird and give this Tokyo band a try on Friday.  I have actually seen them once before, during the tail end of my time in Seattle, but I honestly hadn't been that impressed - they were a bit too metal for my tastes.  Well, they're still a metal band, but I found them much more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115337533186674045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115337533186674045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115337533186674045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115337533186674045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/07/steady-as-she-goes.html' title='Steady As She Goes'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115267288818469038</id><published>2006-07-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:54:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes first - the music or the words?</title><summary type='text'>It feels like I haven't posted anything in ages.  Stupid summer, making it busy at work and cutting down on my goofing off (i.e. blogging) time...  I've done a few things since the last time I wrote:The Epoxies - My buddy JT and I caught these Portland new wavers three Fridays ago at the Hi-Dive.  It's been a few years since I last saw them, and they really haven't changed any - retro new wave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115267288818469038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115267288818469038&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115267288818469038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115267288818469038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-comes-first-music-or-words.html' title='What comes first - the music or the words?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115109249388373372</id><published>2006-06-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:19:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original, or Extra Crispy?</title><summary type='text'>This is the KFC at the corner of 38th and Federal, about a 5 minute drive from where we live. We've been in our house for over 3 years now, and as long as we've lived here the sign at this restaurant has read "Let Us Cook 4U." On the drive into work a little over a week ago, I was stopped at the light and happened to look up at this never changing sign. When it finally sunk in what the sign now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115109249388373372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115109249388373372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115109249388373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115109249388373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/06/original-or-extra-crispy.html' title='Original, or Extra Crispy?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-115004761161523140</id><published>2006-06-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:05:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bud, you will WRITE!</title><summary type='text'>A little over a month ago, an old friend got in contact with me. He was my best friend in grade school, when I was living in Houston. This is someone I last saw over 26 years ago, and fell out of contact with maybe 22 years ago. We’ve been emailing each other constantly for the last few weeks, and two things are readily apparent from our exchanges:1. We both have incredibly vivid memories of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/115004761161523140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=115004761161523140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115004761161523140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/115004761161523140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/06/bud-you-will-write_11.html' title='Bud, you will WRITE!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114903325196333303</id><published>2006-05-30T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:13:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Hear the Grass Grow</title><summary type='text'>Two Fridays ago found me up in the hippie ‘burg of Boulder to catch The Fall, who played at the Boulder Theater. I hadn’t been to this venue since my junior year of college, and I hafta say I was impressed – a really nice spot, with great sound. It wasn’t too crowded, although the turnout was decent. Seeing that CU is out for the summer and that the show was at the beginning of the Memorial Day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114903325196333303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114903325196333303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114903325196333303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114903325196333303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-hear-grass-grow.html' title='I Can Hear the Grass Grow'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114721389306466205</id><published>2006-05-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:31:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Art makes me want to Rock Out!</title><summary type='text'>We made it over to the Hi Dive last Friday to catch British buzz band Art Brut.  Not only was I impressed, I hafta say that this is currently the frontrunner for “show of the year.”  Their album, Bang Bang Rock &amp; Roll, isn’t due out in this country until later this month.  I picked up an import vinyl copy a few weeks ago, and I really like it (a lot of people must be tracking down imports or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114721389306466205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114721389306466205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114721389306466205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114721389306466205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/05/modern-art-makes-me-want-to-rock-out.html' title='Modern Art makes me want to Rock Out!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114652788454899811</id><published>2006-05-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:54:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Line, Line, Everywhere a Line</title><summary type='text'>Some nights, no matter how good the bands are, I just don’t have a very good time when I go out. I’m not sure what sets me off, and it doesn’t happen very often, but I end up wishing I had stayed at home. Case in point: the Deathray Davies and the M’s show last Tuesday at the Hi Dive. I had heard good things about both bands, so I decided to give the show a try. First off, I have to say that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114652788454899811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114652788454899811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114652788454899811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114652788454899811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/05/line-line-everywhere-line.html' title='Line, Line, Everywhere a Line'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114608847602607061</id><published>2006-04-26T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:55:27.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Purchase of this t-shirt might lead people to believe that you have a clue</title><summary type='text'>I just had a customer, a female in her early 20's, who was wearing at-shirt with Deborah Harry pictured on the front. I said to her "that's a cool Debbie Harry shirt." She somewhat rudely responded "I have no idea who you're talking about, but that's a picture of Blondie on my shirt." I laughed and said "yeah, she's the singer for Blondie." She muttered something to her friend along the lines of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114608847602607061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114608847602607061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114608847602607061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114608847602607061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/warning-purchase-of-this-t-shirt-might.html' title='Warning: Purchase of this t-shirt might lead people to believe that you have a clue'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114591201904950461</id><published>2006-04-24T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:40:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gathering of Promises</title><summary type='text'>In the mist of sassafrasMany things will come to passAnd the smoke shall rise againTo the place above where it beganWhen I was in 6th grade, I was at a friend’s house and we were looking through his family’s record cabinet. It was mostly full of kiddie records, with some of his parents’ old stuff mixed in. I came across a single entitled Hot Smoke and Sassafras, credited to a group called The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114591201904950461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114591201904950461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114591201904950461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114591201904950461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/gathering-of-promises.html' title='A Gathering of Promises'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114581612988784252</id><published>2006-04-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:54:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushin’</title><summary type='text'>On the drive in to work this morning, I was tuned into Radio 1190 – the commercial free AM station out of Boulder. The deejay announced “This is a request I got yesterday, but I couldn’t find the record at the station and had to bring a copy from home. Here is The Twist by the Fat Boys.” What’s funny is that I heard the same deejay play this tune a few weeks ago during the station’s pledge drive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114581612988784252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114581612988784252&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114581612988784252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114581612988784252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/crushin.html' title='Crushin’'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114540368182488417</id><published>2006-04-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:51:11.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repulsion</title><summary type='text'>The li’l woman and I made a rare trip up to Boulder on Friday to catch Dinosaur Jr. I’ve never been a huge fan, but I do like them and even saw them once before during their “major label” era. They have the original lineup together for this tour, and I was glad we went – they put on a pretty good show. J. Mascis, always a pretty odd looking guy, looks even stranger nowadays as his long hair is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114540368182488417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114540368182488417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114540368182488417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114540368182488417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/repulsion.html' title='Repulsion'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114530851927446205</id><published>2006-04-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:15:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, I wish I still had that old drum set...</title><summary type='text'>Check this out - I guess all of the best bands now form via Craig's List.(Thanks for sending this Paul!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114530851927446205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114530851927446205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114530851927446205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114530851927446205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-i-wish-i-still-had-that-old-drum.html' title='Damn, I wish I still had that old drum set...'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114481682012059840</id><published>2006-04-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:40:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Good or Stay Bad</title><summary type='text'>A few more days, and a few more shows:The Cops - I had read some decent reviews of this Seattle band, so I caught them last Wednesday at the Larimer Lounge.  I must admit that part of my interest was due to the fact that their new CD was produced by Kurt Bloch, a guy responsible for a lot of incredible music and an acquaintance from my Seattle days. I actually managed to get into this show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114481682012059840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114481682012059840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114481682012059840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114481682012059840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-good-or-stay-bad.html' title='Get Good or Stay Bad'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114443717110606889</id><published>2006-04-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:12:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s a Weird World</title><summary type='text'>After the fiasco I described last time at the Larimer Lounge, I decided I wasn't going to see the Willowz there the following night and was going to catch 45 Grave at the Bluebird instead.  And that show was…cancelled, no doubt due to the snowstorm.  Since then, however, spring feels like it has arrived. After what's felt like a dry spell for live music, things are starting to pick up.  Here's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114443717110606889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114443717110606889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114443717110606889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114443717110606889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-weird-world.html' title='It’s a Weird World'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114348910305210632</id><published>2006-03-27T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:55:41.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent Customer Service</title><summary type='text'>A kid just came into the lobby asking where the restrooms were. He was wearing a t-shirt that read "Juggalo Radio is FRESH!" on the front. I actually managed to answer his question without bursting out laughing. It was difficult, I could tell I was about to lose it as soon as I read his shirt - I am, without a doubt, the greatest front desk person in the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114348910305210632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114348910305210632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114348910305210632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114348910305210632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/excellent-customer-service.html' title='Excellent Customer Service'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114296924531496469</id><published>2006-03-21T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:53:32.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot boogie…denied!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so some of you may have seen (or experienced) the snowstorm we had here in the Denver area.  It wasn’t bad here in town (despite the Chicken Little like predictions of a huge blizzard), but I guess the plains really got pounded.  I had been excited for over a month to catch The Dirtbombs (and the Black Lips, who are touring with them) last night at the Larimer Lounge.  Understandably, I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114296924531496469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114296924531496469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114296924531496469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114296924531496469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/hot-boogiedenied.html' title='Hot boogie…denied!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114288147078574249</id><published>2006-03-20T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:04:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What took ‘em so long?</title><summary type='text'>I ran into our neighborhood Target last week to pick up a birthday card for my mom.  If you can believe it, they actually have greeting cards with Dick Cheney on the front holding a rifle!  I think it read “Have a blast on your birthday” or something like that.  Wow, that was fast!  No, I didn’t get it – I doubt my overly conservative mother would have found it to be very funny…although it would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114288147078574249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114288147078574249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114288147078574249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114288147078574249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-took-em-so-long.html' title='What took ‘em so long?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114256124080532941</id><published>2006-03-16T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:01:41.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' it to the streets!</title><summary type='text'>I was looking through local arts weekly Westword last night, hoping to find something to do on Thursday evening - Thursday is the last day of my work week, so it's more or less my "Friday night." Every now and then, I'll luck into a good show. The Walnut Room, a fairly new venue that I've never visited before, listed the following act:Black WaterA Tribute to the Doobie BrothersNeedless to say, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114256124080532941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114256124080532941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114256124080532941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114256124080532941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/takin-it-to-streets.html' title='Takin&apos; it to the streets!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114228234350861610</id><published>2006-03-13T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:39:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle?</title><summary type='text'>I really think I’ve grown too accustomed to staying in over the weekend.  Part of it is probably the financial aspect of it, and part of it is the lack of anything being enticing enough to get me out of the house.  We received a Netflix subscription for Christmas, which has made it all too easy to spend an evening sitting in front of the television.  The longer I don’t go out, the harder it is to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114228234350861610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114228234350861610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114228234350861610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114228234350861610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-114193458580441736</id><published>2006-03-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:03:05.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One with a MRRRROOOWWWWW…</title><summary type='text'>A had an unusual dream about a week ago.  In the dream, I had just gotten home from Wax Trax.  I was clutching an album that I had special ordered, which I opened up and put on my turntable.  I put the needle on the record, and the sound of a cat howling emerged from the speakers.  Confused, I glanced at the speakers.   Then I looked at the album cover and thought “I paid money for this??!!??”…At</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/114193458580441736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=114193458580441736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114193458580441736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/114193458580441736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/03/number-one-with-mrrrrooowwwww.html' title='Number One with a MRRRROOOWWWWW…'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113916556501556403</id><published>2006-02-05T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T10:52:45.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truer words were never spoken</title><summary type='text'>A coworker was checking out the Oscar nominations on Monday:“Guess what one of the best song nominees is titled?” she asked.“I have absolutely no idea,” I replied (and with good reason – without fail, I’ve never seen any of the movies that are nominated for Academy awards).“You’ll love this – it’s called It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp!” she exclaimed.“Wow!  How many times have I said that exact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113916556501556403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113916556501556403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113916556501556403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113916556501556403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/02/truer-words-were-never-spoken.html' title='Truer words were never spoken'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113865350805119503</id><published>2006-01-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:43:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too close to home?</title><summary type='text'>Last night on The Simpsons, Homer had a line about being “38 years old and driving a crappy car.” Wow…I’m 38 years old… I’ve been watching The Simpsons religiously since it first came on; I doubt I’ve even missed an episode. I’ve always looked at Homer, like I’m sure most people do, as a bumbling “older” guy. It would never have occurred to me in all of this time that I’ve been watching that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113865350805119503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113865350805119503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113865350805119503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113865350805119503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-close-to-home.html' title='Too close to home?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113745029907926145</id><published>2006-01-16T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:24:59.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 in Review</title><summary type='text'>A year has gone by, and here’s where I make another attempt to try and remember enough of it to put together a recap.   Here goes…Live Shows I made it out to 45 shows this year, a few less than last year.  I must be getting old.  My top ten, in no particular order, are as follows:Devo, 8/23/05 at Coors AmphitheaterNew Pornographers, 10/3/05 at the Gothic TheatreThe Soundtrack of Our Lives, 3/31/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113745029907926145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113745029907926145&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113745029907926145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113745029907926145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-in-review.html' title='2005 in Review'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113710051680852827</id><published>2006-01-12T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:51:34.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ain’t Vannin’, you ain’t Nothin’!</title><summary type='text'>Another one of our Yule time traditions, the holiday double feature, took place on the night before New Year’s Eve this year. Last year I wrote about Massacre at Central High, I thought I’d write a bit about The Van this time. Like Massacre, The Van is also from 1976 – apparently, there was more going on that year than just the Bicentennial!The Van is about a redheaded geek named Bobby Hampton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113710051680852827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113710051680852827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113710051680852827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113710051680852827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-you-aint-vannin-you-aint-nothin.html' title='If you ain’t Vannin’, you ain’t Nothin’!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113684714725258706</id><published>2006-01-09T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:16:43.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Boxing Day!</title><summary type='text'>It feels like I blinked a few times, and as if by magic the holidays were over and done with. No big deal, we hardly do a thing for Christmas anymore. It’s pretty much a non-event for us. We did manage to get a nice PNW visit in again this year. A lot of missed connections this year, we didn’t get to see several people that we had hoped to. Regardless, here are a few of the highlights:- The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113684714725258706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113684714725258706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113684714725258706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113684714725258706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-boxing-day_09.html' title='Happy Boxing Day!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113468665927160800</id><published>2005-12-15T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:10:37.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Can Change the Shape of Things to Come</title><summary type='text'>I braved Cherry Creek Mall traffic last night to catch a reading and book signing at the Tattered Cover with Chris Elliott. Yeah, the Cabin Boy himself! He was promoting his new book The Shroud of the Thwacker, which he read a bit from, and he also answered questions from the audience. Many of them were about his cult TV show Get a Life, which he had some funny stories about (my favorite – the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113468665927160800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113468665927160800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113468665927160800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113468665927160800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-can-change-shape-of-things-to.html' title='Nothing Can Change the Shape of Things to Come'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113411984668027185</id><published>2005-12-09T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:17:28.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Years Later</title><summary type='text'>Today marks the 25th anniversary of the day John Lennon was assassinated - December 8, 1980.  For many it will be a day of mourning, for others an excuse to throw on an old Beatles album and enjoy some great music, and to many it will pass unnoticed.  I just find it amazing that it's been 25 years – when it happened, it wouldn’t have occurred to me that someday I’d be 38 years old and reflecting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113411984668027185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113411984668027185&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113411984668027185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113411984668027185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/12/25-years-later.html' title='25 Years Later'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113330453310236075</id><published>2005-11-29T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:51:03.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on Empty</title><summary type='text'>The Cowtown concert curse struck again last night. I was planning on going to see Echo and the Bunnymen at the Gothic in Engleweed, but the show was cancelled. My guess is that it was due to the big snowstorm we had – two of the major interstates into town were closed. Needless to say, we haven’t seen one flake yet in D-town. Bummer – I even skipped out on two shows last week to save my money for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113330453310236075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113330453310236075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113330453310236075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113330453310236075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-on-empty.html' title='Running on Empty'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113321680561123853</id><published>2005-11-28T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:06:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo Bay-beh!!!</title><summary type='text'>My main man Wanush recently posted his thoughts on February 3, 1959 - “the day the music died.” I’m not going to reiterate what he wrote here (although I agree with it wholeheartedly), but his commentary did remind me of something from my childhood.When I was in 5th grade, I lived in Houston and attended Hancock Elementary School. That year, the school had its first ever talent show. I don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113321680561123853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113321680561123853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113321680561123853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113321680561123853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/11/helloooo-bay-beh.html' title='Helloooo Bay-beh!!!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113278998334945319</id><published>2005-11-23T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:05:55.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I caught Veruca Salt at the Hi-Dive. Even in their heyday, they were never more than a blip on my pop culture radar. We have two of their CD’s, both have their moments, but they were hardly one of my musical obsessions at the time. I had no idea they were even still around, and my curiosity got the better of me so I decided to check them out. The li’l woman and I saw them about 9</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113278998334945319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113278998334945319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113278998334945319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113278998334945319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/11/rumble.html' title='Rumble'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113253058068144751</id><published>2005-11-20T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:49:40.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to start making some banana bread…</title><summary type='text'>Today I received a phone call at work from a woman inquiring if the zoo takes food donations for the animals.  We don’t, and she was a bit disappointed – she has 90 (!) pounds of bananas to get rid of.  Her brother filled her car with bananas as a practical joke, and she was hoping that the zoo could take them off of her hands.I just got a call from the li’l woman, asking me if I could stop at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113253058068144751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113253058068144751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113253058068144751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113253058068144751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-to-start-making-some-banana-bread.html' title='Time to start making some banana bread…'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113140006061155640</id><published>2005-11-07T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:58:13.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I’m Amazed</title><summary type='text'>Overpriced ticket? Check! Partially obscured view? But of course! How about a stumbling drunk guy talking loudly, clapping out of time, and yelling during the quiet numbers? You know it! If you haven’t guessed by now, I attended my first Cowtown arena concert last week - well, the first since I moved back nearly three years ago. The act was Paul McCartney (famed leader of 70’s super group Wings),</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113140006061155640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113140006061155640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113140006061155640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113140006061155640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-im-amazed.html' title='Maybe I’m Amazed'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113080939261594026</id><published>2005-10-31T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:43:12.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear is a Man's Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>The comp ticket fairy visited again this weekend, allowing me to catch John Cale at the Bluebird free of charge last night.  Once again, this was something I was already planning on attending, so the freebie was just a bonus.  We stopped beforehand at the Atomic Cowboy for a few cold brews (and to laugh at the Guns &amp; Roses pinball machine - how lame!), and thanks to the slowness of the staff made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113080939261594026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113080939261594026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113080939261594026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113080939261594026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/fear-is-mans-best-friend.html' title='Fear is a Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-113009726943816488</id><published>2005-10-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:54:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on the Farm</title><summary type='text'>Another late weeknight at notorious craphole the Lion’s Lair…could it be another geezer punk show?  Yep, last week I missed out on some sleep and caught the UK Subs.  I figured it would be worthwhile, seeing as this time around the band featured ¾ of its “classic” lineup – vocalist Charlie Harper, guitarist Nicky Garratt, and bassist Alvin Gibbs.  This was the same lineup I saw about a year ago, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/113009726943816488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=113009726943816488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113009726943816488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/113009726943816488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/down-on-farm.html' title='Down on the Farm'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112965875278519359</id><published>2005-10-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:48:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged?</title><summary type='text'>I managed to catch a few shows in the last week, here’s the rundown:The Eyeliners – I got an email freebie for this one. I had planned on going anyway, so that just freed up some money to buy a CD. The Eyeliners are a trio of cute sisters (Gel, Laura, and Lisa) from New Mexico who play pretty cool sugary punk music. Nothing all that incredibly original, but a good time nonetheless. Laura drums </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112965875278519359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112965875278519359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112965875278519359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112965875278519359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/damaged.html' title='Damaged?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112950342031232097</id><published>2005-10-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:57:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times - Eight Oldies!</title><summary type='text'>Outside of a concert yesterday evening, I was chatting with an acquaintance that is a bit of a musical scholar.  In response to something I said, he jokingly responded “good times…great oldies.”  This is the slogan of KOOL, the local “oldies” radio station (come to think of it, it was also the slogan for the oldies station in Seattle – they probably use it everywhere because they’re all owned by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112950342031232097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112950342031232097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112950342031232097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112950342031232097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-times-eight-oldies.html' title='Good Times - Eight Oldies!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112898062309650293</id><published>2005-10-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:43:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Free Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>In the lobby at work yesterday, a birthday party was gathering that was waiting for the room they booked.  Eventually, there was a small mob of about 10 boys, all around 6 or 7 years of age.  Several of the boys were pretty unruly – lots of chasing, fighting, and wrestling.  At one point, they all pressed together and started chanting “Girl Free Birthday!  Girl Free Birthday!  Girl Free Birthday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112898062309650293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112898062309650293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112898062309650293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112898062309650293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/girl-free-birthday.html' title='Girl Free Birthday!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112848772593311570</id><published>2005-10-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:48:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Easy Installments of $29.99 (plus shipping and handling)</title><summary type='text'>After watching the Herschell Gordon Lewis crapfest Just For the Hell Of It on Saturday evening, I found myself totally hypnotized by an infomercial. It was an ad for a Time-Life CD collection entitled 70's Music Explosion, hosted by Barry "Greg Brady" Williams and some hot lady whose name I can't remember. It was the typical spiel - "Didn't the 70's produce the greatest hits ever? Time-Life has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112848772593311570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112848772593311570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112848772593311570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112848772593311570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/10/4-easy-installments-of-2999-plus.html' title='4 Easy Installments of $29.99 (plus shipping and handling)'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112788297627979343</id><published>2005-09-27T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:49:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail...Shari Lewis??!!??</title><summary type='text'>What happened to Lamb Chop?  Did Shari Lewis sacrifice her little lamb puppet to the Devil?  This is from a book published in 1965 entitled Folding Paper Masks that the li'l woman found at the library.  She brought it home for me, knowing that I'd get a kick out of this Satan mask.  It makes me nostalgic for a simpler time, when a beloved children's television show hostess could show her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112788297627979343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112788297627979343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112788297627979343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112788297627979343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-hailshari-lewis.html' title='All Hail...Shari Lewis??!!??'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112709503552832220</id><published>2005-09-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:50:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meeting of the Minds</title><summary type='text'>Oh to be a fly on the wall at this get together! I can only imagine how amazing the conversation must have been - we're talking about Sha Na Na and the Unknown Comic here. In other words, this is a powwow between two of the most significant artists in the history of American popular culture. Don't agree with me? Did you forget that Sha Na Na not only had their own television show, but also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112709503552832220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112709503552832220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112709503552832220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112709503552832220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/09/meeting-of-minds.html' title='A Meeting of the Minds'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112605892703556785</id><published>2005-09-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:10:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(I Wanna Be Like) Maynard G. Krebs</title><summary type='text'>Here is a picture of me sharing some apples with Mimi, one of the Denver Zoo’s Asian elephants. I helped out with the elephant demonstration a few weeks ago – having that trunk in your face is a bit disconcerting. I’d compare it to having a giant vacuum tube stuck in your face, sucking away hungrily for loose dirt and dust bunnies.I heard some exciting music news over the weekend - my friend Stan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112605892703556785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112605892703556785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112605892703556785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112605892703556785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-be-like-maynard-g-krebs.html' title='(I Wanna Be Like) Maynard G. Krebs'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112545916366821461</id><published>2005-08-30T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:37:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor and Weird</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to offer you all some free home improvement advice. No matter how much it may sound like a good idea at the time (and I can't fathom what sort of fever addled brain would think it is), gluing vinyl down onto a hardwood floor is not a smart thing to do. I got to spend Saturday prying up vinyl from our entryway, as you can see from the picture I've posted here. When we bought our house, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112545916366821461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112545916366821461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112545916366821461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112545916366821461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/poor-and-weird.html' title='Poor and Weird'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112528293330153386</id><published>2005-08-28T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:03:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q: Are We Not Men?</title><summary type='text'> A: We are Devo, and we may be getting older and fatter, but we're still Devo and we're still awesome!The li'l woman and I went to the Coors Amphitheatre (formerly Fiddler's Green) to see the "Lost 80's" concert. As you can guess from that name, the lineup was comprised of old bands from that magical decade that seems to be so hip with people who aren't old enough to have experienced it the first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112528293330153386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112528293330153386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112528293330153386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112528293330153386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/q-are-we-not-men.html' title='Q: Are We Not Men?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112476641489380774</id><published>2005-08-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:06:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the crimson in me, Jimson</title><summary type='text'>The other day at the Wax Trax used vinyl store I came across an album (well, only 6 songs, so more of a mini album/EP) by Nervous Norvus.  I remembered a few of his songs - Transfusion and Ape Call to be specific - from one of those old K-tel or Ronco albums of novelty songs that a friend of mine had when I was a kid.  If you're an old guy like me, you might remember these albums that seemed so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112476641489380774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112476641489380774&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112476641489380774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112476641489380774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/put-crimson-in-me-jimson.html' title='Put the crimson in me, Jimson'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112422994051686411</id><published>2005-08-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:05:40.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrances of a Lamestain</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend I watched Hype!, a 1996 documentary about the Seattle music scene.  I hadn’t seen it since it originally came out, and was happy to see it has aged really well.  The film is a thoroughly entertaining look at the overblown grunge phenomenon, and it brought back a flood of memories for me.  I thought I’d share a few of them here.When this film was being shot in and around Seattle, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112422994051686411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112422994051686411&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112422994051686411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112422994051686411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/remembrances-of-lamestain.html' title='Remembrances of a Lamestain'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112404127058911118</id><published>2005-08-14T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:33:27.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna buy a Bat?</title><summary type='text'>To whom it may concern,I would like to purchase some bats for a bat house I have on the side of my house...If you could ask me all the question necessary to make sure the bats are going to be safe and secure that would make me feel better...also how do i go about obtaining "bats" for my bat house?My cell phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. Thank you,This is an email that was received at the zoo. I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112404127058911118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112404127058911118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112404127058911118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112404127058911118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/wanna-buy-bat.html' title='Wanna buy a Bat?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112397990608115694</id><published>2005-08-13T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T08:07:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-Cherry Bomb!</title><summary type='text'>I braved an all age show two Wednesdays ago, and caught the Von Bondies at the Larimer Lounge. In the past, all ages shows I've caught there have been segregated - if you wanted to have a drink, you weren't allowed to leave the bar and bring it into the showroom. I was surprised to see that this time they were using a wristband system, allowing you to bring your drink in closer to the action. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112397990608115694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112397990608115694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112397990608115694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112397990608115694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry-bomb.html' title='ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-Cherry Bomb!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112360563724854005</id><published>2005-08-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:33:11.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on my blue suede shoes...</title><summary type='text'>I guess I'm not the only person who really hates that song Walking in Memphis.Oooooh...I'm not very nice...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112360563724854005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112360563724854005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112360563724854005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112360563724854005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/put-on-my-blue-suede-shoes.html' title='Put on my blue suede shoes...'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112317828549747283</id><published>2005-08-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:18:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Power Pop to Shock Rock</title><summary type='text'>We caught a terrific show this past Saturday at the Larimer Lounge – Brendan Benson. I have raved about this guy to anyone who would listen to me since he released Lapalco in 2002 (easily my favorite record of the last 5 years), and his latest The Alternative to Love has been in heavy rotation in our house since it came out earlier this year. A few years ago, a brief snippet of his tune Tiny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112317828549747283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112317828549747283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112317828549747283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112317828549747283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-power-pop-to-shock-rock.html' title='From Power Pop to Shock Rock'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112232847431297568</id><published>2005-07-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:54:34.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They’re better now that their song is in that commercial…</title><summary type='text'>Last Wednesday I received an email freebie, so I went down to the Bluebird to catch the Caesars and the Sights.  The Sights were better than the last time I saw them, but still nothing incredible.  They had a new drummer this time around, and the singer/guitarist seemed a bit ticked that they were a warm up act.  Well, that’s the impression I got – I also decided that he reminds me of Chaka from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112232847431297568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112232847431297568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112232847431297568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112232847431297568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/07/theyre-better-now-that-their-song-is.html' title='They’re better now that their song is in that commercial…'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112174460085649924</id><published>2005-07-18T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:57:52.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That’s When I Reach for…Another Cold Brew</title><summary type='text'>It was, as a coworker of mine says, one hot roscoe this past weekend. Luckily, the evenings cooled down enough to be enjoyable. Which is a good thing, as the boogie was mighty hot…On Friday, my buddy JT and I caught local pop cats the Breezy Porticos. They put on their usual fun show, which always puts me in a great mood. It was a fun night, and Breezy Andy (frontrunner for the title of "Nicest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112174460085649924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112174460085649924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112174460085649924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112174460085649924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-when-i-reach-foranother-cold.html' title='That’s When I Reach for…Another Cold Brew'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112141460001546872</id><published>2005-07-15T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:03:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cowbell!</title><summary type='text'>I mentioned in my last post that I had been listening to the radio in my car.  To those of you who have caught a ride with me somewhere in the last couple of years, you’re likely thinking What the fawk??!!??  This guy never listens to the radio, what’s up with that?  Long story short, the crappy factory issue CD player in my car is jammed, so I’ve been kicking it old school and listening to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112141460001546872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112141460001546872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112141460001546872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112141460001546872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-cowbell.html' title='More Cowbell!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-112123169768571450</id><published>2005-07-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:19:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Heat</title><summary type='text'>On the drive home from work today, the deejay mentioned that last summer there were 20 days that broke 90 degrees. She then provided an update on this summer – today was day 19 of breaking 90, and there is no end in sight soon to our current heat wave. Yuck! I feel like I’m going to melt.We just got back from another Pacific Northwest visit a few days ago, so this heat has been a shock after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/112123169768571450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=112123169768571450&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112123169768571450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/112123169768571450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-hot-heat.html' title='Hot Hot Heat'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111904883284290154</id><published>2005-06-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:53:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tigers Have Spoken in Le Garage</title><summary type='text'>My new position at work must be keeping me a lot busier, as I just realized I haven’t posted a thing to this blog in a long time.  I now get home later, and I’m noticeably more worn out.  But it’s going well, and I’m learning a great deal.  Now, let’s see if I can even think of anything to write about…We caught Neko Case a few weeks ago at the Bluebird.  I haven’t picked up her last couple of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111904883284290154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111904883284290154&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111904883284290154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111904883284290154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/06/tigers-have-spoken-in-le-garage.html' title='The Tigers Have Spoken in Le Garage'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111777797251201390</id><published>2005-06-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:55:55.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Workplace Shuffle</title><summary type='text'>Well, I got the word a few weeks ago regarding cutbacks in our department at work. In all honesty, I wasn’t surprised – in fact, it was a bit of a relief, as I had been anticipating something like this for awhile. What did surprise me was the way in which the whole matter was handled – they should have just cut a position, with the remaining people taking up the workload. Instead, they cut back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111777797251201390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111777797251201390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111777797251201390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111777797251201390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/06/workplace-shuffle.html' title='The Workplace Shuffle'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111559338676067809</id><published>2005-05-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:37:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave Raves!</title><summary type='text'>If you’re a music geek like me, you should check out the Mark Prindle website (http://www.markprindle.com/). I don’t always agree with the guy, but his writing is pretty damn funny. Oh, and he’s not for the faint of heart – he can get a bit “ribald” at times. What’s even funnier are some of the comments readers will leave in response to his reviews. For instance, for daring to trash a Misfits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111559338676067809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111559338676067809&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111559338676067809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111559338676067809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/05/fave-raves.html' title='Fave Raves!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111522040389512251</id><published>2005-05-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:29:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vent Guy!</title><summary type='text'>The li’l woman and I spent a long weekend in Atlanta a few weeks ago. Even though I have spent plenty of time in the South, it was my first trip to Georgia. We went to visit our friends Laura and Jared and their kids, who live in Decatur. Some of the things we did/saw:The World of Coke – What a racket! Adult admission is $9 for what is, essentially, a big commercial. Actually, the history was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111522040389512251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111522040389512251&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111522040389512251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111522040389512251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/05/vent-guy.html' title='The Vent Guy!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111377339887422372</id><published>2005-04-17T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:13:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Boogie Overload!</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty eventful week or so of shows, here’s the rundown:The Sights – This was the first show I’ve been to at Bender’s, the newest club in Cowtown. It kind of set me in a bad mood, as the headliners didn’t hit the stage until 12:35 for a weeknight show – way too late. The Sights were just okay, they’ve changed their sound a bit. When I saw them a few years ago, they were a mod inflected </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111377339887422372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111377339887422372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111377339887422372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111377339887422372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/04/hot-boogie-overload.html' title='Hot Boogie Overload!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111237927559472245</id><published>2005-04-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:21:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the insulin…</title><summary type='text'>We had ourselves a double dose of Mootown indie pop this past weekend. On Friday, we caught Dressy Bessy at the Hi Dive. Unfortunately, the band was a little off that night – they were breaking in a new drummer, and trying out a whole bunch of new songs. Worst of all, vocalist Tammy Ealom was having problems with her vocals – instead of her usual slightly-off-key-but-charmingly-girlish tones, for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111237927559472245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111237927559472245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111237927559472245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111237927559472245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/04/pass-insulin.html' title='Pass the insulin…'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111135836644154214</id><published>2005-03-20T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T14:42:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I…am the Magnificent…</title><summary type='text'>The li’l woman and I caught Elvis Costello and the Imposters at the Fillmore Auditorium last night, and it was likely the best show I’ve ever seen the onetime “angry young man” ever do. I have been a big fan for years, but for whatever reason hesitated on getting tickets this time. Partly due to finances, but also likely due to my not being too crazy about the Fillmore. But as the day grew closer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111135836644154214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111135836644154214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111135836644154214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111135836644154214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/03/iam-magnificent.html' title='I…am the Magnificent…'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-111075456349020325</id><published>2005-03-13T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:31:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swinging Party Down the Line</title><summary type='text'>The week before last, the li’l woman and I made it to the Paul Westerberg show at the Ogden. There wasn’t an opening act, and by the time we got to the show the theater was pretty packed. When it’s over half full, the Ogden is just about my least favorite live music venue in Denvoid. The sight lines are bad for a guy of average height, like me, and it’s more or less impossible for a shorter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/111075456349020325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=111075456349020325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111075456349020325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/111075456349020325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/03/swinging-party-down-line.html' title='The Swinging Party Down the Line'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110919656709127431</id><published>2005-02-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:09:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would YOU hire this man?</title><summary type='text'>H*** was born in Germany &amp; raised in Illinois.  As a kid he liked horses, dogs and drawing.  Later on his interests included sports, art, business &amp; marketing.  A Colorado native since the early 70’s he formed his own business…in the mid 80’s…(that) works with companies…to unravel bills and provide economic benefits to businesses…H*** has the unique ability to talk to anyone about anything.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110919656709127431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110919656709127431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110919656709127431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110919656709127431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/would-you-hire-this-man.html' title='Would YOU hire this man?'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110912080533440724</id><published>2005-02-22T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:06:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We AIN’T Got the Neutron Bomb!</title><summary type='text'>I have now had my first official concert letdown of 2005.  Legendary LA punks the Weirdos were scheduled to play at the Climax Lounge (a decent venue that rarely seems to get good bookings).  Having never seen them before, I’ve been excited about this since it showed up in the club listings.  Well, me and my pal JT got to the venue to find that the band were not going to make it – they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110912080533440724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110912080533440724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110912080533440724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110912080533440724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-aint-got-neutron-bomb.html' title='We AIN’T Got the Neutron Bomb!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110892731078137913</id><published>2005-02-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:47:40.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Flix with a Good Beat</title><summary type='text'>Okay, not all music films are painful. I recently picked up a few cool DVD’s featuring music that is legitimately good (well, to these well worn ears anyway). So, it’s not all evil robots, Agnetha’s bottom, and milkshakes:The Unheard Music (1985)A pretty nifty little documentary of the band X, which I saw at the Ogden in Denver (then the coolest movie theater in town, now a so-so concert venue) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110892731078137913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110892731078137913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110892731078137913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110892731078137913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/cool-flix-with-good-beat.html' title='Cool Flix with a Good Beat'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110851285500817747</id><published>2005-02-15T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T11:19:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Milkshake!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I’m a glutton for punishment:Can’t Stop the Music (1980)How does this grab you as a recipe for disaster? Take the Village People, and throw in Valerie Perrine, Steve Guttenberg, and Bruce Jenner. Write several musical numbers that go on for way too long to spice up a nearly non-existent story, and have the whole mess directed by Nancy Walker. (Yes, Nancy Walker – mother to Rhoda, and also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110851285500817747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110851285500817747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110851285500817747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110851285500817747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-milkshake.html' title='Do the Milkshake!'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110790141508437307</id><published>2005-02-08T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:05:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're looking for someone, and it's not KISS..."</title><summary type='text'>As if ABBA – The Movie wasn’t enough:KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park (1978)I was chatting with my coworker City Steaks not too long ago about the band KISS, and I mentioned that I was pretty sure I had a copy of this lame old curiosity (a collaboration between Hanna Barbera and the band) on VHS. She wanted to borrow it, so I dug through my box of old tapes in the basement – sure enough, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110790141508437307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110790141508437307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110790141508437307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110790141508437307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-looking-for-someone-and-its-not.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re looking for someone, and it&apos;s not KISS...&quot;'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110738232943821386</id><published>2005-02-02T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:32:23.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I like their clean cut beat…"</title><summary type='text'>I recently had the “pleasure” of watching a few music related films that you don’t hear too much about. Here are my observations on one of them:ABBA – The Movie (1977)This was shown on cable on New Year’s Eve, so I dutifully taped it and watched it a few nights later. I actually remember this playing in the theater when I was a kid and living in Houston. I showed my parents the ad in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110738232943821386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110738232943821386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110738232943821386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110738232943821386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-like-their-clean-cut-beat.html' title='&quot;I like their clean cut beat…&quot;'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110591561635312693</id><published>2005-01-16T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:32:39.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2004 Recap</title><summary type='text'>Seeing as it’s already halfway through January, it seems a bit late to be posting a “Favorites of 2004” list. Oh well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint any of my loyal readers (yes, both of you). Better late than never, right?Fave Shows If you count the 2 free warehouse shows and the Sunday BBQ matinee I attended, I went to 57 shows in 2004. Not bad for a guy who’s always complaining that nobody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110591561635312693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110591561635312693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110591561635312693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110591561635312693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/01/2004-recap.html' title='2004 Recap'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110470186511969146</id><published>2005-01-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:53:22.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s a Massacre at Central High Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It’s interesting how different people create their own unique holiday traditions. We celebrated our most revered tradition on Christmas Eve Eve this year – our annual holiday double feature. Most folks would assume that we’d be enjoying a few holiday classics. Maybe It’s a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, or perhaps a comedy like A Christmas Story. Well, every year we enjoy a lineup of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110470186511969146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110470186511969146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110470186511969146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110470186511969146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-massacre-at-central-high-christmas.html' title='It’s a Massacre at Central High Christmas'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110411037771858052</id><published>2004-12-26T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T17:22:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNW Blue</title><summary type='text'>As I type this, I’m at work sitting at the public desk in the guest relations lobby. It was about 7 degrees on the commute in, and I doubt it’s gotten much warmer. There’s also a light snow falling…but hey, at least the sun is out! About 20 people have actually ventured into the zoo today. Every time somebody walks by the sliding doors open and a blast of cold air gushes in. The maintenance staff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110411037771858052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110411037771858052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110411037771858052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110411037771858052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/12/pnw-blue.html' title='PNW Blue'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110244802301233276</id><published>2004-12-07T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:59:58.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies, Bands, and Burgers</title><summary type='text'>On Friday evening, the li’l woman and I caught a band from LA called The Dollyrots. I had checked out some clips from their website (www.dollyrots.com), which were okay, so we decided to give them a try. I must admit that we were also intrigued by the awesome cartoon bunnies they use in their artwork – as you may or may not know, we’re all about the bunnies. What’s crazy is that (checking out the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110244802301233276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110244802301233276&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110244802301233276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110244802301233276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/12/bunnies-bands-and-burgers.html' title='Bunnies, Bands, and Burgers'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110195012627081986</id><published>2004-12-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:17:10.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated copying machines</title><summary type='text'>Turning on the television last night to catch The Daily Show, I had to flip through a few channels to get to Comedy Central. As I flipped, a commercial caught my eye and I stopped. Actually, it wasn’t the visuals that grabbed my eye, but the song they were using. I immediately recognized it as “Complicated” from one of my favorite Rolling Stones albums, Between the Buttons, released in 1967. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110195012627081986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110195012627081986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110195012627081986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110195012627081986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/12/complicated-copying-machines.html' title='Complicated copying machines'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110183013681953974</id><published>2004-11-30T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T07:55:36.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopted monkeys and driving cats</title><summary type='text'>The following is from an email one of my coworkers received, grammar and spelling mistakes included:“I was interested in adopting one of your monkeys.  I have some questions about the adoption processes.  Are we taught to take care of the monkey and do we get to bring it home.  If you could please send me some information on the adoption procedure and what it in tales I would greatly appreciate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110183013681953974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110183013681953974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110183013681953974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110183013681953974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/11/adopted-monkeys-and-driving-cats.html' title='Adopted monkeys and driving cats'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110166682122697771</id><published>2004-11-28T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:34:57.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Inheritance of Vinyl</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I inherited my friend Kerry’s record collection. Kerry is an old friend and college housemate – we spent countless hours together “back in the day” hanging out, drinking beer, and spinning our latest vinyl finds. For the last few years, he has been living in Albany, New York. He recently decided to make a new life for himself in England, and got rid of almost everything he owned. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110166682122697771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110166682122697771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110166682122697771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110166682122697771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/11/mass-inheritance-of-vinyl.html' title='Mass Inheritance of Vinyl'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110123836764027612</id><published>2004-11-23T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:30:56.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brain of a milli*naire</title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched a pretty nifty old movie from 1953, Donovan's Brain, that I had taped off the TV earlier in the day. It involved a doctor who keeps a dead milli*naire's brain alive, and starts to communicate telepathically with the brain. The doctor is eventually taken over by the brain and takes on the traits of the dead milli*naire, who it turns out was a despicable sort bent on taking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110123836764027612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110123836764027612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110123836764027612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110123836764027612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/11/brain-of-millinaire.html' title='The brain of a milli*naire'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110107673977334810</id><published>2004-11-21T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T14:42:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy Sunday</title><summary type='text'>I made it to a few shows over the weekend. On Thursday I caught Agent Orange at the Lion’s Lair, a small craphole of a bar on Colfax, more or less on a whim. Musically there were no big surprises to be found – just Agent Orange running through all of the old classics. I was, however, surprised that a pretty good crowd showed up on a weeknight. And most of them were wearing backwards baseball caps</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110107673977334810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110107673977334810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110107673977334810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110107673977334810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/11/foxy-sunday.html' title='Foxy Sunday'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9255293.post-110099885802036923</id><published>2004-11-20T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:00:58.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of snow and cats...</title><summary type='text'>It’s a cold and snowy day in Cowtown, so what can I do on the intranet that doesn’t involve me spending money I don’t have?  Start a blog!  I’ve been meaning to do something like this for a while now in an effort to keep all of my friends outside of Denver up to date on my life – what shows I’ve been hitting, the tunes I’ve been spinning, and my latest pop culture obsessions.  I hope to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/feeds/110099885802036923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9255293&amp;postID=110099885802036923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110099885802036923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9255293/posts/default/110099885802036923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviledhampton.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-snow-and-cats.html' title='Of snow and cats...'/><author><name>Deviled Hampton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04385210300618483300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
