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this end, a large group of friends and I hopped
in an overcrowded vehicle, ate little more than
jalapeno chips and sweet tarts, and put some
rubber to pavement in search of new venues,
new bands, unusual drinking laws, meret funiny-
talkingdoe locals.

Our destination was Portland, Oregon, more
specifically, the Roseland theatre and the
Decemberists. This band had enchanted us with

their brilliant release, Picaresque, and an alarm-

ingly entertaining show at the Commodore last

hours, more when you're driving through apoca-

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rockers worth checking out.
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were attending was being recorded to become a

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the same wonderful combination pirate music,
English literature, and indie rock. And, as
always, finishing the main part of their set with

the infamous “Mariner's Revenge Song,” the
mood was more ecstatic than any song,|'ve ever
seen. There is still no concert experience that
can match being told to scream while a member
of the band pretends to eat you with a giant
fake whale mouth. Splendid.

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fine city. Afterwards, we hauled ass back to
Canada, crossed the border without them ev
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Déliverancifi and “Generation X-Wing , Even
having been a fan for some six or seven years, I
had never heard the former performed live; it
filled my cup for the night.

This ends one chapter for Matt Good, his
still large and dedicated fan base will t now eager:
ly await the next part of the story.

So get out there. Drive to a faraway land! See
three concerts in two days! Follow a band across
Canada! It will be something to tell the kids that
will take away the pain of being blind, deaf, and
dumb from too many concerts.