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THE OHIO STATE LANTERN
Friday, October 1, 1993
POLICE NEARLY CONFISCATE FILM
OSU eatery is scene of CPD reaction
By John Bowley
Lanter staff writer
Wednesday night, Columbus police officers made Freakin' Pizza employees
remove fliers that advertised a movie to be shown at the restaurant that
night and also warned the owner not to view the night's planned movie.
The police took down the fliers that advertised Joe Christ's film
"Acid is Groovy, Kill the Pigs," said Kirby Witmer, owner of Freakin' Pizza,
9 Chittenden Ave. Witmer also said the officer warned him that if he showed
the film, he would take his "license away;" a specific license was not
mentioned.
Apparently, the police misunderstood the meaning behind the title of the
film and did not go through with their threat, Witmer said.
"They thought that the film advocated or was about cop killing -- it has
nothing to do with it (cop killing) whatsoever," Witmer said. "The movie
is about a murderer who killed his family, and what he wrote in his family's
blood above the murder scene."
"Acid is Groovy, Kill the Pigs" is an underground film directed by Joe
Christ. The film is a true to life, but farcical look at the infamous 1970
"Fatal Vision" murders in which Jeffrey McDonald slaughtered his family in
their home in Fayetteville, NC. McDonald blamed the killings on a roving
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Before the police realized the film wasn't threatening toward the law
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The officers occasionally issued jaywalking tickets to customers crossing
the street to enter the store and shined a spotlight through the restaurant's
window to obscure the screen, Witmer said.
During the show, Witmer said the officers wandered in and out of the
restaurant examining the video tapes and speaking with Christ.
After deducing that the film was not intended to provoke violence against
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Christ's film jokingly hypothesizes that the hippie gang actually existed,
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Christ said after the showing, "There are plenty of reasons to be offended
by this film, but killing cops isn't one of them."
Police at the scene offered no comment.
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Jim Morrison: Space Ranger part 4
by T. Rev <hin9@midway.uchicago.edu>
The hike was easier than Thailand ever had been, actually. The
land was dry, and as they climbed, the air became cooler. Morrison
was in peak condition, as well. He was hardly winded by the time
they came to a small valley between two low peaks. Lemmy set down
his pack and leaned against a tree.
"This is as far as I go, lads." He gestured north. "It's at the
other end of the valley. Have fun. I'll wait for twenty hours,
then I'm gone."
Morrison snorted. "Enjoy the needler." He started walking
again. Jimi followed.
As they went on, the valley opened out. It was mostly tall
grass, with occasional fruit and nut trees. The air was fresh and
cool. There was no sign of human or animal trails, though a few
squirrels demonstrated that the valley wasn't totally lifeless.
Hendrix heard the Hueys first. He elbowed Morrison and pointed
toward the far end of the valley, where two of the Vietnam vintage
gunships were hanging heavily in the sky.
"What now, man? We got no place to hide!"
Morrison scowled. "We don't need one." And he levelled the
crystal gun and fired.
The first gunship squealed brightly and one of its rotors flew
off. As it plunged, wobbling, toward the ground, the stray rotor
flew out and hit the second Huey dead in the gas tank. The gasoline
went up in a sullen red fireball, wrapping the helicopter in black
smoke, while the first craft crashed to the ground.
"Metal fatigue, no doubt," said Morrison softly. The second Huey
hit the ground with an echoing boom.
"If we're lucky, they still don't know we're here," he continued.
"If we move up the side of the valley, we might be able to stay out
of sight. At least until we get close."
"How do you figure that?"
"Old ninja trick. Nobody could possibly get to them on foot.
Not without any cover. So they won't look."
"Oh." Hendrix accepted the explanation without complaint.
They trotted the hundred or so yards to where the walls of the
valley started to slope sharply upward, then turned again and
continued toward its end.
Within a few minutes, sirens began to wail. Two enormous gates
opened in the wall of the fortress, and several large vehicles, part
three-wheel ATV, part halftrack, surged forth toward the wreckage of
the aircraft. Hendrix stopped short, but Morrison kept walking. By
this time, they were close enough to see the faces of the guards.
Morrison's face broke into a savage smile.
"Robbie!"
Six rifles pivoted toward the pair. "Hold fire!" barked the
leader. He shaded his eyes. "Identify yourselves!"
Morrison strolled towards them arrogantly, hands open. "I gather
it's been fifteen years for you, Robbie. Not for me. Why don't you
identify me?"
The leader gaped.
"Jim! They said you were killed in 'Nam!"
"Yeah, well, they said God was dead. Wanna talk about it?"
Robbie Krieger looked at the wreckage, and his face twisted.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, waving at the smouldering,
twisted metal.
"Dunno, Robbie," Morrison said innocently. "I think Jimi and I
were followed here. We need to talk to the boss right away."
"You mean..."
"What you think I mean, yeah," snapped Morrison. "We're working
for the boss too. How do you think we knew how to get here?"
"Why didn't you come the normal way?"
"I just told you, Robbie, we were being followed. Come on over,
Jimi." Hendrix walked over, smiling beneath his straw hat.
Morrison turned back to Krieger. His voice became low and silky.
"Now listen, Robbie, if we were followed, and the people who did
it are out there now, we'd better get back under cover, right? And
you'd better take us to the boss, so we can explain what's happened,
right?"
Krieger looked around. "Okay," he said. He turned to the other
soldiers. "Check out the wreckage for survivors, then get back
under cover. There may be snipers in the area." He beckoned
Morrison and Hendrix to follow, then climbed back into one of the
vehicles.
"I hope you realize I'm doing you a favor, Jim," Krieger
remarked. The craft rolled through the gates into a huge tunnel.
Sparsely functioning fluorescent lights lit their way.
"Oh, no doubt about that, Robbie."
The tunnel was long. Morrison had the time to face his thoughts.
The whole operation had been too easy. Too damn many
coincidences. Robbie was here. In the middle of fucking Colombia,
working for the man Morrison was going to murder. What the hell
are you doing? he asked himself. Morrison's head snapped upward in
shock. Krieger looked at him strangely. "You okay?"
Morrison shivered. "Fine, man. Long day."
Was it nothing more than a story? A script he was playing out?
Just a setup.
Then he realized what had been bothering him. Bob had had his
agents changed. Poor Jimi was nearly lobotomized by what had been
placed in his skull. Cornelius was already mad. Moon simply wasn't
--whatever had claimed to be Moon was some kind of simulation.
What had they done to Morrison? Slowly, his fingers crept up to
his scalp, feeling the cat's-whisker lines of the scars beneath his
hair.
A static roar passed through his mind, and Morrison started to
chuckle. Maybe Art did cover such things. At the end of his grand,
heroic quest, Our Hero discovers his True Will has been corrupted
from within. Irony of the purest sort. Morrison leaned back in the
car, stretching and considering. What, he wondered, would be the
proper Artistic response to such an overture?
Of course. An act of heroic desperation. Very American.
Morrison rested the barrel of the crystal gun against his temple,
spun the dial, and pressed the trigger.
Nothing happened.
In fact, a number of things stopped. The roaring died away.
His headache faded, replaced by a warm throbbing beneath his scars.
To Morrison, it was as if a roiling, oily cloud finally had been
blown away from the surface of his mind, revealing what lay beneath.
'Goddamn, that was a stupid thing to do,' he thought. He noticed
Hendrix and Krieger staring at him, aghast.
"Click-click!" he said brightly. "Not loaded. Quick, look at
the road, Robbie!" Krieger turned back in time to steer the craft
back on course.
Now, it fell into place.
Bad luck. That was what the gun hit with. Call it Entropy, Bad
Karma, whatever--it was plain old bad luck. That's what took out
the Hueys; two of the worst coincidences even remotely possible.
And there must be some safety feature that protects the user from
backlash--so the only thing the gun affected was whatever they'd put
in his head. Now he was really free. And there was no reason for
him to be here. He could just turn around and go home now.
Revenge? Bullshit. Why would he care about revenge?
Fuck it. May as well find out.
The craft sped on down the tunnel.
"Place has sure changed since the last time we were here,
Robbie," Morrison offered casually. "How's it laid out these days?"
Krieger took the bait. "Well, you noticed the battlements we
built up on the side of the mountain. That's all new work. Also
been digging deeper into the mountain. The Boss spends most of his
time down there.
"We're passing the old sections now." Dark breaks in the walls
revealed side tunnels, but the craft did not turn.
Morrison leaned back toward Hendrix. Speaking low under the roar
of the engine, he said, "Follow my lead, Jimi. No moves unless I
make them first."
Hendrix winked.
After another ten silent minutes, the craft slowed to a stop in
front of a huge blast door. Cameras locked into place, scanning the
cabin. Krieger whispered into a radio. The door opened.
"He says you should go in alone, Jim."
But of course. It should be interesting to see, at last, the
one responsible for this escapade.
Morrison walked through the blast door with his head held high
and a bleak amusement in his heart.
Beyond the door was a huge, roughly-mined room, the ceiling
sheeted in mist, the walls stretching into the murky distance.
Several yards from the door were long tables, ringed about with
large fluorescent lamps.
"Hey, Bob!" shouted Morrison. His cracking baritone had
degenerated into a gravelly roar in the jungles, but the echoes here
gave back some of the old menacing smoothness. No response came.
Morrison approached the tables. On them were strange objects--
sculptures? Here was one that started at one end as crystal, shot
through with fine metal tracework like his gun; but it finished at
the other as an amorphous, dull, burned-looking heap. Another was
some sort of clockwork, but the gears were crumbly-looking, like
year-old bread. A figure of a monkey, made of tightly curled, dead
leaves, was perched on the edge of one of the tables. He reached
out towards it, then jerked his hand back as it chattered feebly and
rustled away from him. He watched in fascination as it leapt from
the table to the ground--and shattered into a simple pile of leaves.
"Don't make them like they used to," he remarked.
"No, they don't," said a nasal, scratchy voice. Morrison turned.
He recognized the heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes; the sullen sneer was
the same even after fifteen years.
It was Dylan.
"It's entropy. Jerry told me all about it. All the tarantulas
in the world won't save you. You're mine, you and all the others
who tried to hide." He coughed raggedly. "Your souls are mine.
They didn't save me, and they won't save you!"
Of all possible scenarios, this was the most blatant. Morrison
was disappointed but not surprised. "But what does that have to do
with art, Bob?" Morrison responded reasonably.
"Art? You and your art! Thought you could hold onto it by
running away, you and Hendrix and Moon. You were wrong! Henh!
They stole it from me, so I stole it from you." Dylan looked sad
for a moment. "Didn't stay, didn't help, no, can't keep the edge,
entropy you know. Jerry told me about that. But if I didn't keep
it, how could you? Answer me!"
"Oh, not at all, I'm sure, Bob," said Morrison.
"Henh. You're mine!" Dylan repeated. "I wanted it, too, you
know. I was getting it for a while, then it went away again," he
sobbed. "I had you then. But it went away, so what was the point?"
Morrison started to answer, but Dylan was raging again.
"You're doomed, now! You're no use to me, you and Hendrix,
you'll be dust in the gutter soon." A trace of yellowish foam had
collected on Dylan's lips.
Morrison was already bored. "What about Moon?"
"Moon, henh, Moon really was dead. That was the computer.
They're doing wonderful things these days, really nice." He
whispered the word 'nice' to himself a few times.
"The only way you can escape is to kill me," he added hopefully.
Morrison stared at Dylan with contempt.
"Is that the best you can do?"
"Eh?"
Morrison stepped toward Dylan, grabbed him by the shirt, and
lifted him six inches into the air. Now they were eye to eye.
"I said, is that the best you can do? Do you mean that you did
all this to me and Jimi because of a death wish?"
"Not at first," Dylan added helpfully. "I was after your talent
then."
Morrison snorted. "Didn't help much, if those things on the
table were the best you could do." He shook his head. "Bob. Did
you really think I was stupid enough to go along with it?" He
dropped Dylan, who stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. He
knelt down and smiled gently at the tired old man. "Hey, Bob,
listen. I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!"
And he walked away. At the door he turned back. "Bob? Get a
hobby. Go on tour with the Grateful Dead, if they're still around,
or something. But don't come whining to me with your problems next
time."
Outside the door, Krieger was still waiting with the craft.
"What did he say?"
Morrison looked at the open doorway. "Oh, he's going to have to
change his plans. He may be in there for a while." As if to agree,
the blast door swung shut. "Hendrix and I are going to have to go
back in the field. You can take us back outside. We'll find our
own way from there.
"Oh, and Robbie, if you find yourself out of a job anytime soon,
look me up. I'm thinking of going back on the road. This secret
agent stuff is getting dull."
At the other end of the valley, Lemmy was waiting. "Still alive,
eh? Good job. Back to Los Angeles?"
"Back to Los Angeles."
On the way back, Morrison told them what had happened to him.
Hendrix listened intently. Lemmy just snickered.
Eighteen hours later, Morrison and Hendrix were at the gate in
Los Angeles Airport.
"Where you bound, Jimi?"
"Dunno. I was thinking about going up to San Francisco, watch
the sunsets for awhile."
"Going to play again?"
"Someday. I still got my guitar. You?"
Morrison stared off into space. "Well, I still have the money I
got off Jerry. And Bob was wrong. I can still write. That's
really all I ever wanted to do, Jimi, is write." He laughed. "I
got a lot to write about now. Maybe I'll run into you in a bar
sometime, or something."
"Yeah, or something. Hey, uh, if you ever want to start making
music again, lemme know, okay?"
Morrison smiled. "I will, Jimi."
Hendrix grasped Morrison by the shoulder. "You're a good man,
Mr. Mojo Risin'."
"I don't know about that. But at least..." Morrison stared out
into the passing crowd. No one looked back. He laughed. "I'm a
man now, and not a myth. That's good enough, I think."
FIN.
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C O N V E N T I O N S
October 28-31, 1993 (Minnesota)
WORLD FANTASY CON 1993. Radisson Hotel South & Plaza Tower, 7800
Normandale Blvd., Minneapolis MN 55439-3145; (612)835-7800; rms $75
sngl/dbl, $85 tpl/quad. GoHs: Poul Anderson, Roger Zelazny, John
Crowley; AGoH: Tom Canty; SGoH: Basil Copper; TM: Neil Gaiman. Memb:
$75 until 8/1/93, $100 after; $40 supporting (membership limited to 750
paid members). Info: World Fantasy Convention 1993, Box 2128, Loop
Stn., Minneapolis MN 55402.
October 29-31, 1993 (Washington)
Dreamcon 8. South Everett Quality Inn and Conference Center, Everett,
WA; rms $60. TM: Nevin Pratt, Jr.; AGoH: David Cherry.
Memb: $25.00 until 10/16/93; $30.00 after. Info: 10121 Evergreen
Way, Suite 103, Everett, WA 98204; (206)643-7027 (Rick Lewis, chairman)
before 9PM only (Pacific Time).
October 30-31, 1993 (Ireland)
OCTOCON '93. Royal Marine Hotel, Dun Laoghaire, Co. Dublin, Ireland.
4th Irish National SF Con. GoH: Storm Constantine. Comics GoH: Steve
Dillon; guests: Diane Duane, Peter Morwood, Katherine Kurtz, Morgan
Llywelyn, Anne McCaffrey, James White, more. Info: Octocon '93, 20
Newgrove Avenue, Sandymount, Dublin 4, Ireland.
November 5-7, 1993 (Texas)
ARMADILLOCON 15. Red Lion Inn, I-35 & 290, Austin, TX; rms $65
sngl/dbl. GoH: Gwyneth Jones; AGoH: Harry O. Morris, Jr.; EGoH: John
Douglas; TM: Michael Bishop; guests Bradley Denton, Tappan king, Beth
Meacham, Lewis Shiner, Bruce Sterling, Howard Waldrop, more. Memb: $20
until 5/30/93, $25 until 9/30/93, more after. Info: ArmadilloCon 15,
P.O. Box 9612, Austin, TX 78766-9612; (512)266-9719 or (713)855-9620
(before 10 p.m. Central Time); email: shiva@pro-smof.cts.com.
November 5-7, 1993 (England)
NOVACON '93. Birmingham, UK. GoH: Stephen Baxter. Info: Novacon, c/o
Bernie Evans, 121 Cape Hill, Smethwick, Warley B66 4SH, UK.
November 12-14, 1993 (Alabama)
CONSTELLATION XII: ORION. Huntsville Hilton, Huntsville, Alabama;
(205)533-1400. GoH: Jim Baen; SGoH: Julie Schwartz; AGoH: David O.
Miller; FGoH: Marcia McCoy. Memb: $20 until 10/10/93, $25 after. Info:
Con*Stellation XII: Orion, O.O. Box 4857, Huntsville Al 35815-4857.
Huntsville Hilton: 205-533-1400
November 12-14, 1993 (Illinois)
WINDYCON XX. Hyatt Regency Woodfield, Schaumburg, Illinois. Guests: Joe
Haldeman, Kelly Freas, Laura Brodin-Freas, Algis J. Budrys, plus 20th
anniversary celebration. Memb: $25 until Oct. 2, $35 after. Rooms $77
single/double, $90 triple/quad. Info: PO Box 184, Palatine, IL 60078-0184
Windycon special hotline: 708-383-6948
November 12-14, 1993 (Oregon)
ORYCON 15. Red Lion/Columbia River, Portland, Oregon. Guests: Terry
Pratchett, Robert Lionel Fanthorpe, more. Memb: $20 until 5/31/93, $25
until 10/31/93, $35 after (children 5 and under - free, children 6-12
w/adult half price). Info: OryCon 15, P.O. Box 5703, Portland, Oregon
97228; (503)283-0802; email: 74007.3342@compuserve.com.
November 12-14, 1993 (Pennsylvania)
PHILCON '93. The Adam's Mark Hotel, City Avenue and Monument Road,
Philadelphia, PA; (800)444-ADAM or (215)581-5000; rms $98 sngl/dbl, $112
tpl/quad until 10/1/93, $102 sngl/dbl, $116 tpl/quad after. GoH: Fred
Saberhagen; AGoH: David Cherry; SGoHs: Emma Bull, Ian Watson. Memb: $25
until 9/17/93, $30 until 11/1/93, $35 after (children born after
11/14/87 free w/adult, children 6-12 w/adult, half price). Info:
Philcon '93, P.O. Box 8303, 30th St. Station, Philadelphia, PA 19101;
(215)342-1672.
November 19-21, 1993 (Oklahoma)
SOONERCON 9. Central Plaza & Trade Winds Hotels, Oklahoma City, OK.
GoH: Steven Brust; AGoH: Tim Hildebrandt; FGoH: Jim Murray; Filk GoH:
Mark Simmons; TM: Tad Williams. Theme: Lewis Carroll. Info: Soonercon
9, Box 1701, Bethany OK 73008.
November 26-28, 1993 (California, Northern)
SILICON '93. San Jose Red Lion Hotel. GoH; Steve Perry; AGoH: Paul
Stuart Clift; RM: Michael Reaves. Memb: $20 until 6/1/93, $25 until
9/10/93, $30 until 11/15/93, $40 after. Info: Silicon '93, PO Box 8029,
San Jose, CA 95155.
November 26-28, 1993 (California, Southern)
LOSCON 20. The Burbank Airport Hilton Hotel, 2500 Hollywood Way,
Burbank, CA; rms $72 sngl/dbl, $79 tpl/quad. GoH: Roger Zelazny, FGoH:
Paul Turner. Memb: $25. Info: Loscon 20, c/o LASFS, 11513 Burbank
Blvd., N. Hollywood CA 91601; (818)767-9234.
November 26-28, 1993 (Illinois)
VISIONS '93. Hyatt Regency O'Hare Hotel, 9300 West Bryn Mawr Ave.,
Rosemont, IL 60018; (708) 696-1234; rms $70. Media convention
celebrating 30 years of Doctor Who. Expected Guests: Jon Pertwee, Peter
Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Frazer Hines, Elizabeth Sladen,
Nicola Bryant, Sophie Aldred, Carole Ann Ford, Anthony Ainley, Jeremy
Bentham, Jean-Marc Lofficier, John Peel, Gareth Thomas, Michael Keating.
Memb: $85 until 11/1/93, $100 after. Info: email:
fergus@areaplg2.corp.mot.com.
November 26-28, 1993 (Netherlands)
CON-YAK/BENELUXCON 19. Altea Hotel, Amsterdam, Netherlands. GoH: Tonke
Dragt; FGoH: Annemarie van Ewijck. Memb: DFl 60 until 10/3/93, DFl 25
for visitors from Eastern Europe, DFl 25 for children 4-12; DFl 25
supporting. Info: Con-Yak, c/o Richard Vermaas, James Watt straat 13,
1097 DJ Amsterdam, Netherlands; email: conyak@stam.nl
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@@@@' @@@ 919.859.2341 9pm til' 4:30am
@@@@ @@@@@@@@w___,w@@@@@@@@ @ @@@ DJ's
@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I @@@ John "Rainbow" Humphrey (SERAVES)
@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@*@[ i @@@ Fritz - (Merciful Addiction)
@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@[][ | ]@@@ L.G. Rick - (Merciful Addiction)
@@@@ @@@@@@@@~_,__~@@@@@@[][ | ]@@@ R.E.P. - (M/A, N.B. 901)
@@@@ @@@@@@@_~ ,_`@ @@@@@[][ | ]@@@ DJ Steve - (Fallout Shelter)
@@@@ @@@@@@@@@w@@w@ ][@@@@@ | J@@@ Rob Harvey - (Legends)
@@@@, @@@@www@@@ @@@@@@@ww@@@@@[ @@@@ Keith Ward (Merciful Addiction)
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@@@@@@w| '@@P~ P]@@@-~, ~Y@@^'],@@@@@@ $5 w/goodie bags for first 500+ ppl
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@@@@@@@@@@`,P~ _ ~^^^^Y@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@ Fri,Oct 29 Washington,DC 202.828.1944
@@@@^^=^@@^ ^' ,ww,w@@@@@ _@@@@@@@@@@ BUZZ - Every Friday 410.880.1166
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@@ @, ,@@@,_____ _,J@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Halloween Party with: Moby, Aphex Twin
@@L `' ,@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Orbital, Robbie Hardkiss, Dante, Tim
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ (of Utah Saints),DB, Scott Henry, and
| Lieven DeGeyndt
For hardcopy w/graphics, send SASE to:|
| 18 & over - ID req - 10 PM 'till 6 AM
Holy Temple of Mass Consumption | free parking - $9 or $6 before 11 PM
PO Box 30904 | Located at 1524 Half Street S.W.
Raleigh, NC 27622 |----------------------------------------
| Sat,Oct 30 Greensboro,NC 919.274.8530
For ezine version, mail: | Masquerade II
|
Slack@ncsu.edu to get on list | Sonic sorcerers: Drew Detwiler - NC
quartz.rutgers.edu - back | Todd Baran-Gainesville FL, Ed LeBrun-NC
issues (128.6.60.6) | 20,000 watts of Bone Chilling Sound
| Hyperdelic Light Show Beneath Your Feet
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Sat,Oct 30 Lexington KY 606.282.1661| The DEPOT Greensboro, N.C.
LexiCon IX Rave | 300 E. Washington St.
| Downtown Greensboro, N.C.
University of Kentucky | $10.00 w/ costume $11.00 without
Old Student Center Grand Ballroom | Info: (919) 274-8530 11pm-5am
Lexington, Kentucky |----------------------------------------
must have college ID | Sat,Nov 6 Nashville, TN 615.780.3730
free w/convention badge, $8/door | BAM! and ANODE present:
--------------------------------------| MOONBASS PHASE 2: LOST IN BASS
Fri,Nov 5 ALLENTOWN, PA 215.433.0503|
THE FREIGHT YARD | COMMAND CONTROL
| anode, anastasia divine, orange julius
10pm to 7am at The Freight Yard | BASS COMMAND DJs mary mary, bryan
DJ's: Laura(NJ),Diesel Boy(Pittsburgh)| meyer,lukk-E, chek,speed freeks
Goodwill(Delaware), many more | LIVE PERFORMANCES anode,nebulous
Room 1=hardcore, jungle, acid |
Room 2=happy house,progressive,trance,| 123 12th ave. north,just off Broadway
--------------------------------------| no alcohol inside -- 8pm-6am $10
Sat,Nov 6 Ft. Lauderdale,FL |----------------------------------------
THE RETURN OF GARDIAC | Sat,Nov 13 Charlotte,NC 704.531.8556
305.846.7969 305.921.9680 | FUTUREWORLD
|
super dj dmetry from (dee lyte) | Capri - 3500 E. Independence Blvd
only 36 hr rave in the history of FL | on the 1200's: Chris Fortier, Scott
$16-look for search light | Henry, Jason Jinx, Rich Rosario, Kris
Broward Community College North Campus| Krause, Eric Dillon $10
1000 Coconut Creek Blvd,4m N of FtLaud| A Mystery Productions Event.
