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a. the quality of being new and fresh and interesting
b. (as modifier) novelty value
2. a new or unusual experience or occurrence
3. (often plural) a small usually cheap new toy, ornament, or trinketshow (sh
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n.
Little Italy Days is a yearly festival in Bloomfield celebrating Italian heritage. This year they had a small tent where local bands and musicians could play, even if they couldn't play in a normal manner.
1. A display; a manifestation: made a show of strength.
2.
a. A trace or indication, as of oil in a well.
b. The discharge of bloody mucus from the vagina indicating the start of labor.
c. The first discharge of blood in menstruation.
3. A false appearance; a pretense: only a show of kindness.
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a. A striking appearance or display; a spectacle.
b. A pompous or ostentatious display.
5. Display or outward appearance: This antique tea service is just for show. His smile was for show.
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a. A public exhibition or entertainment.
b. An exposition for the display or demonstration of commercial products: an auto show.
c. A usually competitive exhibition of domestic animals: won first place at the cat show.
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a. A radio or television program.
b. A movie.
c. A theatrical troupe or company.
8. Informal An affair or undertaking: ran the whole show.
9. Sports Third place at the finish, as in a horserace.
Little Italy Days is a yearly festival in Bloomfield celebrating Italian heritage. This year they had a small tent where local bands and musicians could play, even if they couldn't play in a normal manner.
On Friday, September 23rd at 4PM (but really starting at 5PM or so due to a delay in getting a PA and other stuff) Brian DiSanto played some weirdo pop musick and scared unprepared festival goers and the guy at the rib cart next door. He played all of his hits, new songs, and some crazy covers of Herman's Hermits and REO Speedwagon and was flipped off by some guy in a truck for doing so. Brian also had some children and his friends hit an unfilled piñata that he thought would come pre-stuffed with candy. After about 25 minutes it seemed that he was being cut off far before the one hour slot that he was promised, but this turned out to be the normal set time (half of the hour seems to be set up for the next band).
The next day, Saturday September 24th, the annoyed rib guy moved and Satyr/Elfheim played horrible noise and frightened everyone and caused numerous problems. I got there a little late because of lots of traffic, but I figured that it wouldn't be such a big deal. It wasn't really, but to make up for lost time I started off with angry feedback and flailing around on the (not really) tremolo (but actually vibrato) bar. Things got progressively louder and less musical. Eventually, during a DNA-esque part, a woman approached me and told me to turn the volume down because she was in charge and it was too loud. I wasn't sure if she really was in charge, but it was kind of loud; down it went. She was a little annoying, but it was significantly more annoying that on the speakers behind me there as other music playing. I finally got into a more standard kind of Satyr/Elfheim sound when a possibly drunk woman came up to me. I reluctantly turned down the volume to hear her and was told to "play some normal music." Being already very annoyed I told her something like "fuck off and die" and thrashed my guitar around. A bunch of microphone stands flew around and I broke a string and everybody was like "what the fuck."
I knocked over the recorder and fucked up the recording. That was it.
Next some teenage covers band played. They sounded alright, but went on for like 573456321 years (some people call this one hour). It wasn't the most interesting, but it was okay.
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I knocked over the recorder and fucked up the recording. That was it.
Next some teenage covers band played. They sounded alright, but went on for like 573456321 years (some people call this one hour). It wasn't the most interesting, but it was okay.
Finally at 7PM, Triangle & Rhino assisted by RJ Myato on guitar and vocals and noise, played to an enthusiastic crowd. It was surprising that their musick went over so well, but maybe drums help out that much. They played awesome Melvins riffs with heavy drums pierced by cries and screams. People were actually dancing and some crazy old man kept offering flowers to girls if they would dance to the sludge noise. At the end of the set he was egging them to continue, but the next band, a tame grunge/speed metal kind of thing made up of some old guys and a person I knew in high school, had to set up. Triangle & Rhino ended up getting some tickets to get free food at a pizza place down the street and the old guy gave them a flower.
"You set all that up just for that?!"
Apparently so.
Apparently so.
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