Tongue licks up the stage one last time at Pub 340

Featured artist Mick Believe struts his stuff like it ain’t nobody’s bid’ness

By Jay Schreiber, Arts Editor

o long as there are youth in our
S society, rock ‘n’ roll will never

die. The young know how to
party hard and the music that sparks it
all is still being heard loud and clear
amongst the late night hangouts of
downtown Vancouver.

Local Rolling Stones tribute band
Tongue had one last taste of Pub 340,
the rock joint on the corner of Cambie
and Hastings, before the beloved bar
undergoes major renovations. As I’ve
mentions numerous times before,
many of downtown Vancouver’s live
venues are undergoing transformations
and 340 is simply the most recent to
fall into that category.

After the complete extermination
of Richards on Richards and The
Cobalt, bars such as The Met, Malones

and The Plaza club changed style to
better suit a more popular audience.
The Cobalt is expected to be re-opened
with a boom tisk boom tisk crowd in
mind and hopefully that’s not on the
menu for Pub 340, who’s clientele
have been quite the opposite.

With no live music scheduled
during the month long renovations,
and time being spent to settle issues
between quarrelling owners, fans can
only hope that 2010 doesn’t change
the pub too much. Never the less, on
November 28 the last night of live
music, the classic rock came out to a
crowd of all ages.

Jimi Hendrix enthusiast Mike
Zyke used his six strings and became
the influential guitar god with his
amazing renditions of the greatest
solos ever to be amplified. The jam
was tight, and the covers would make

any ‘60s love child sing along.

Tongue took to the stage and
rocked an amazing set with feature
act Mick Believe (a.k.a. Steve Stone)
commanding the crowd and mastering
the microphone. Hits like “Under
my Thumb” and “Miss You” got the
crowd dancing, and feeling the vibe.
Mick from every era was shown
through costume changes and along
with the help from some auxiliary
percussionists, the backup band was as
tight as ever.

In the end, it’s not the absence
of the venue that kills the spirit of
rock, its forgetting your youth that
extinguishes that flame. Tongue’s set
rekindled the energy of the Rolling
Stones and proved once and for all that
you're only as old as you feel; rock
and roll will always find a home.

 

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A New Moon rises

Batshit crazy fans take their obsessions too far

By Angela Espinoza

s many of you may know, a
tragedy has recently fallen upon

us. Devastating nations far and

wide, this deadly disease has taken the lives

of millions. Cures have been concocted
time and again, but all have been far too
experimental —and have failed. I am, of
course, talking about the disease that is
Twilight.

I assume we all know what Twilight
is by now—the modern day, cry-baby

version of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, minus
the religious overtones and tragedy, which

has been replaced with Native American

“werewolves” and jailbait as far as the eye

can see.
New Moon, the sequel to 2008’s
Twilight, was released into theatres just

two weeks ago. Through some treacherous
witchcraft, New Moon’s opening day sales

beat out The Dark Knight—once again,

you Twilight fanatics have made me sick.

How can a book-and-film series with
such a mediocre fan-base contribute all
that money? Are there really that many
youths obsessed with this insult to the
arts? My guess is many of them bought

several tickets—that’s the only way I can

comprehend it.
Several years ago, when the first
Twilight book was released, I thought to

give it a shot. Originally, I was embarrassed

that I found nothing interesting about the
book, while all my peers were obsessed
with it. Eventually, peer pressure wore
off, and after gaining some common

sense, I realized how poorly this book was

written. I was one of the few that opened
Pandora’s Box and survived its contents.
Unfortunately, my dear sister was not so

lucky.

As a bystander, I’ve tried to observe

this obsessive craze from afar. “What

first. Maybe it was all part of some joke I
didn’t fully understand. Having seen bits
and pieces of the first film, trailers of the
second, and my sister explain to me in full

detail
the

contents “Through some treacherous witchcraft, New Moon’s ;emorse, as
ofeach Opening day sales beat out The Dark Knight—once those close

book— again, you Twilight fanatics have made me sick.”

I’ve
come to

what makes a good book or film. Or maybe
they do, and they don’t realize that some
things need to be kept as guilty pleasures.
That said, I think you all get my

     

told me New Moon has only received 28
per cent (now 30) on Rotten Tomatoes. For
those that don’t know, Rotten Tomatoes
is a website that calculates reviews based
on professional and movie-goer critical
analysis—any movie under 60 per cent is
considered terrible.

So, with hope that one day, this
franchise will disappear off the face of the
earth, I hope I’ve given some of you food

 

the Twilight for thought. For Twilight fans I may have
the conclusion that these people are just... apple and fallen under the spell; however, offended, to you I say, take your True Blood
well, those words are not fit for publication. _ the phrase “‘no mercy” is just too perfect for and your Vampire Diaries, and enjoy your
It’s a lousy book series, and the films are my hatred towards the franchise. I can’t tell one-way trip to Volterra, Italy.

terrible. These people have no concept of you how much I grinned the day a friend

was so intriguing about this book and its
films?” I wondered. Maybe there was some
character development I missed, or maybe
the sequel books were even better than the

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