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From: Paul Hilcoff

Cool little town here on the edge of the prairie ( we still await the first
tumbleweed sighting of the tour).  Reminiscent of Northampton.  First good 
coffee in a long time.  Granada is another in the series of stripped old 
theaters, pleasantly grungy.  Disappointing turnout, though.  The fanatics 
were there, up front, but back toward the bar, the ranks were thin.  Bob 
played what I've come to regard as the "fast set" ("Stand Guard" instead of 
FKKS, "Lonely Afternoon" instead of "Brasilia"), and ripped through the first 
eight songs.  All in all, it was a solid show, not the worst, not the best.

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From: Aaron Sumner

Lawrence: My favorite of the three. I'm no fan of the Granada, but the
sound system held up quite well this time (it kept going out during his
solo acoustic show last year). Paul mentioned a disappointing turnout, but
as a Lawrence resident I'll say that this was a much larger crowd than I'd
anticipated, especially for a Tuesday night. The Granada has become the
home for retro 80s night; that's really the only time they can get a long
line building up outside. This really was one of the best crowds I've seen
at a show in Lawrence in a long time, and one of the better shows I've
seen at the Granada.

Highlight #1: Thanks to some connections with the local modern rock
station I got to sit in on soundcheck and meet Bob (got my limited edition
Beaster signed). I mentioned that I was at the St. Louis show; he rolled
his eyes almost apologetically, like it was a bad show or something. The
first thing he mentioned about it was the guys in front talking (or, as he
put it, "They kept yelling shit at me!") so I guess whatever they were
saying really pissed him off, if he was still bothered by it the next day.

Highlight #2: "Roll Over and Die"--this has always been my favorite song
on Hubcap.

Highlight #3: "New #1"--this is becoming my favorite song on TLDAPS.
Besides "Megamanic," of course.

Lowlight: The guy next to me who kept pumping his fist triumphantly during
the encores; he nearly knocked me in the jaw at least three times. Settle
down, Beavis.