1998: The Starr Report

Okay, I read every last word of the Starr Report, and watched the President weaseling his way through his Grand Jury testimony. I know most of you would rather have all your teeth pulled, but I just figure it's part of my job. Lucky me.

The Starr Report proposes eleven possible impeachment counts against the President (in contrast, Watergate Special Prosecutor Leon Jaworski simply forwarded his evidence to Congress without comment). Most of them are tenuous at best. The perjury counts would be laughed out of court if the defendant were anyone other than the President. Clinton's oily lawyers are correct when they state that lying is not the same as perjury; Clinton is an oily lawyer himself, and while he's clearly lying, he seems to have largely avoided the perjury trap. And count eleven is even more ridiculous, charging that Clinton's "frivolous" litigation of executive privilege claims constitutes an abuse of power.

But I have bad news for Clinton partisans. Counts six and seven, on obstruction of justice, look to me like they have some teeth to them. Miss Lewinsky's account of this is far more credible than Mr. Clinton's, and if she is to believed, the two of them conspired to file a false affidavit and to withhold evidence which was under subpoena. I don't think the head of the Executive Branch should be allowed to get away with this kind of conduct. It may well warrant an impeachment inquiry - but at the same time, I don't think it warrants removal from office.

As Gerald Ford once famously remarked, an impeachable offense is whatever a majority of the House decides it to be at any given time. And if impeachment is an inherently political process, so too are the investigations of the President. There would have been no "justice" for him to obstruct without a well-funded network of right-wing wackos collaborating on endlessly digging up dirt on him. That's not to say that the Clinton Administration hasn't been full of odious ethical lapses - but those mostly concern policy.

For the attack dogs of the right who complain that this is the most corrupt administration in history, let's remember that over 400 members of the Reagan Administration were indicted or investigated. And while the first impeachment count against Richard Nixon charged him with lying to the American people, he was lying about attempts to subvert the Constitution - not about with whom he was making whoopee.

So let's put this in perspective. George Bush had a longtime mistress in the State Department. Ronald Reagan carried on for years, both as Governor and President, with a fetching ex-Nazi from Austria. Lyndon Johnson used to screw women on his desk in the Oval Office, never mind a side room (Harding preferred White House closets). After LBJ was caught once by Lady Bird, he had an alarm system installed so he'd know whenever she left the living quarters. Both Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt had their longtime extramarital partners, as did Ike. And never mind JFK. Hell, even Nixon was rumored to have made some sort of whoopee with a China lobbyist.

Does anybody doubt they would have lied to us about these affairs? Nixon would lie about things he didn't even need to, just to keep in practice. Ike lied to us about the U2 flight; JFK, about the Bay of Pigs; LBJ, about the Gulf of Tonkin. Reagan and Bush lied about their illegal wars, which left thousands of blood stains, not semen stains. Gerald Ford was a part of the biggest lie in our history, the Warren Commission Report. And Jimmy Carter lied when he said he'd never lie to us.

By now, the Republicans have done the seemingly impossible: make me want to hold my nose and support Bill Clinton. In fact, I believe the only reason his poll numbers stay high is that people know the GOP doesn't have a leg to stand on, whether in terms of squirrely campaign financing or extramarital affairs. Believe me, I've had a bellyfull of Bill; I'll be glad to see the backside of him, as inelegant as that sounds. But I don't want to see him tossed out of office on such blatantly partisan charges. Once again, a plague on both their stinking houses.

And while the media give us saturation coverage of Monica's dress (so to speak), here's what the Lizard Party has been doing: Killed the minimum wage hike. Killed campaign finance reform again, on a filibuster with 52 Senators in favor, but 60 needed to overrule Trent Lott. Made it more difficult for ordinary folks (but not big corporations) to declare bankruptcy. Paved the way for the high-tech industry to import cheap workers instead of hiring Americans. Watered down the Patients' Bill of Rights. Loaded up Interior appropriations with anti-environmental riders. And that's just for starters (but hey, we killed fast track again!)

So while it's clear that Al Gore wouldn't be much worse than Bill, he wouldn't be much better, either, and he'd leave Newt as next in line. I do expect further shoes to drop on the Clinton scandals (this is, after all, a slow-motion coup attempt), but they'll have to come up with something more substantial than what we've seen so far. So I say, reluctantly: two cheers for the Weasel Party.

1998: The Ballad of Monica and Bill

From February of 1998, a more innocent time....

Times like these are good for the cartoon business, but not so good for the nation's business. While the media feeding frenzy on the president's sex life continues unabated, we all have much less attention for what the other hand is doing. In the meantime (and it could get meaner still) the Asian Contagion has the global economy possibly teetering on the abyss, and our political leaders are cheerfully preparing to start another war, blithely ignoring the opposition of most of the rest of the planet.

But enough about that! What about Monica and Bill? My own view, as previously stated, is that the ownership of the country prefers politicians with the potential for blackmail when promoting or vetoing candidates for higher office. That way, if substantive policy disputes arrive, the hired hand can be fired with impunity. The politics of scandal in this country are such that nearly every major politician has major dirt on them, but if they play ball, they survive. Witness Henry Hyde and Phil Gramm, with S&L scandals that make Whitewater look like a carny sideshow, or the adulterous affairs of Bob Dole and George Bush, studiously underpublicized.

1998: Clinton vs. Nixon

Oh man, I just found the hook for posting this re-run comparing the transgressions of Clinton with those of Nixon (and while surfing for a photo to accompany the post, I found this page arguing that Nixon's domestic policies were more liberal than Clinton's). Over at Antiwar.com, John Feffer compares Nixon to Obama. His argument is that Nixon was simultaneously a great peacemaker and a cruel warmonger. In "Emulating Nixon," he discusses Obama's record of arms control successes and contrasts that with his resort to arms in the Af-Pak conflict – and this was written in 2009, well before the resort to arms in North Africa. Does this particular shoe fit? Since my record of prognostication is spotty at best (see below) let's just say, as the saying goes, chronology will elaborate.

We seem to be the victims of an ancient Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times. Longtime readers will recall that after President Clinton's re-election in 1996, I lay out even odds that he would not finish out his second term. It looks like those odds are now, at the very least, 60-40 against.

As this issue goes to press, Independent Inquisitor Kenneth Starr has just delivered his report to Congress, all 36 cartons of it. By the time you read this, the contents will be leaking all over Washington. And members of his own party are distancing themselves from the President, just as the Republicans did when the stench of Nixon's crimes grew too strong to ignore.

1998: Pol Pot and Suharto

This Rant concerns genocide; it's occasioned by the recent departures of two of the all-time champs in that particular contact sport: Pol Pot and Suharto.

I couldn't help but notice the interesting double standard in the way our corporate media handled these guys' retirements (Mr. Pot's being the more permanent variety). Both of these erstwhile statesmen have the blood of at least one million corpses on their hands. Pol Pot was (correctly) denounced as a monster and as the mastermind behind some of the most brutal killings since Hitler.

Of course, what the news muppets left out was the before-and-after context: Just before Pol Pot came to power, our own statesmen bombed the stuffing out of the Cambodian countryside, thus swelling the ranks of the Khmer Rouge army with thousands of enraged but previously apolitical peasants. Had this not happened, it's doubtful Pol Pot's ragtag forces could ever have overthrown the Cambodian government.

Of course, this particular government wasn't all that beloved to begin with, since it had been installed by the US when the previous regime (which was beloved by Cambodians) proved to be too uncooperative to suit our President Nixon. Our puppet regime, run by the palindromic Lon Nol, was happy to look the other way while US planes carpet-bombed Cambodian peasantry.

1998: James Earl Ray, Again

Dr. King's son Dexter shaking hands with James Earl Ray

This month [April 1998] marks the 30th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, a topic which this column has addressed before. The latest news on this case involves a retired FBI agent, one Donald Wilson, who says he has evidence, collected 30 years ago, which supports James Earl Ray's claim of innocence in the murder. The FBI, predictably, has called Mr. Wilson's evidence "a complete fabrication." But just ask yourself who has more motivation to lie about this: Wilson or the FBI?

This anniversary is being marked by the same sort of nonsense in the media that we see with the JFK case every five years. Both ABC and CBS presented specials on the King case last month, each following a familiar structure. Maybe you can produce your own bold expose if you follow this formula: First, tell the audience what "some conspiracy theorists" believe. Leave out all of their most convincing evidence; mention only the most incredible claims. Then, take a skeptical look at the Official Story, poking holes in a few weak spots. Finally, break out the big guns and shoot those wacko conspiracy buffs out of the water. Convincingly refute a minor claim or two in their theories. Conclude by speculating darkly that "we may never know the truth."

ABC, for instance, completely forgot to mention that several others have admitted to involvement in the crime, including one Lloyd Jowers, who, like Ray, is nearing the end of his life. He'd be happy to tell what he knows if the case is reopened, but this is something the Memphis DA is loath to do. Using somewhat circular reasoning, he refuses to grant Mr. Ray a trial on the grounds that the case has already been "litigated to death." Oh, really?

1998: Electoral Reforms

Here's another trip back to the Nonchalant Nineties, a time when we could afford to spend a year and a half obsessing over the president's sex life. The electoral follies of the decade inspired a lot of people to start thinking about systemic reforms, exactly none of which have come to pass...

I'm sure you're as tired of reading about the whole Clinton thing as I am of writing about it. I go back and forth on this stuff, and since I said last issue that I'd reluctantly support him, I figured it was time for me to attack him some more. But I just don't have the stomach for it this morning; not enough caffeine. Sometimes I think there's not enough caffeine in the world to make me care about his fate, but like I said, it's my job.

What makes me angriest is the degree to which he's given so much ammunition to his enemies, most of whom are also my enemies, and yours. Actually, more ours than his, but - say, is that coffee ready yet? So, yeah, he's put the Lizard majority in Congress on life support for another two years. But for God's sake, could we have designed a more insane process for electing a legislature if we had tried to?

1998: Sprawl and the Growth Lobby

This morning's paper brings the news that Tucson's urban core has continued to lose out to suburban growth over the past decade - just like in the previous few decades. This is a trend that can't continue forever, but it could get a whole lot worse before it gets better. Obviously, the "viable growth management plan" referred to below did not pass. It appeared on the 2000 ballot as Proposition 202 and received less than 30% yes votes in the face of strong industry pushback. Pima County subsequently developed a Sonoran Desert Conservation Plan, and Tucson voters evertually passed a watered-down light rail plan after rejecting a more comprehensive version. But the momentum of sprawl will continue... until it doesn't. Seems like more overdue homework to me.


(Illustration by the great Andy Singer)

There's been a lot of talk about growth and sprawl lately, not just here in Arizona, but nationwide. The Sierra Club has started a national campaign against sprawl, recognizing that without such an effort, achievements in environmental reform will be incremental at best. We're losing too much of Mother Earth as the six-billion-and-counting of us spread out for more elbow room.

And here in the Grand Canyon State, we have a chance to put a viable growth management plan on the November ballot. Citizens for Growth Management is behind the effort, and they need 112,000 signatures by June 2nd, which is not impossible, especially if you help them.

Not only does reckless and haphazard sprawl rip up our precious Sonoran Desert and endanger native flora and fauna, but it's being subsidized by your tax dollars. For too long Tucson residents have been paying for new infrastructure to help developers raid the desert and make a buck. Too many of our politicians have been happy to help them, but maybe those days are coming to a close.

1998: NRBQ Again

This review was written a decade after my previous NRBQ article, by which time the great Al Anderson had left the band. Though the Q have broken up, they do reunite from time to time, sometimes with Big Al on board. There is an NRBQ tribute album, with tracks by Steve Earle, Bonnie Raitt, Los Lobos and many others. And hey, I got your NRBQ videos right here.

First of all, what needs to be said, with considerable respect due for new guitarist Johnny Spampinato, is that the loss of Al Anderson was a grievous one. I had a wonderful time, but Big Al was sorely missed. Nobody should have to stand in his sizeable shadow, but still. Johnny might be a crack guitarist in anyone else's band, but it was halfway through the show before he ripped off a solo that really made me sit up and take notice. The songs Johnny sang did not have any particular sheen to them, and both his ax and his voice were mixed low, as if even the sound man wasn't quite sure about him, four years on.

During Al's 23 years with NRBQ, he would tear into a killer solo nearly every song, and not only expertly, but with a distinctive style that you could recognize as his even if he recorded with some other band. It wasn't just his disarmingly sweet falsetto renditions of Motown tunes, either, but the way he could howl out a raver like George Jones' "White Lightning." And when Al left to go solo, he took his catalog of originals with him as well, many of them NRBQ classics.

1998: Lilith and Lollapalooza

The 2010 Lilith Fair revival suffered from the general malaise of the tour biz during the Great Recession. No word on whether they'll try again, but maybe they should take a emulate the example of erstwhile rivals Lollapalooza and plunk down in one spot, a la Bonaroo/Coachella.

Sarah McLachlan’s Lilith Fair–one of the summer’s biggest concert draws–owes its existence to the arrogance and hubris of the Lollapalooza organizers. When originally conceived by Jane’s Addiction frontman Perry Farrell in the early 90s, Lollapalooza became the first big package tour, a travelling road show of musicians, artisans and activists. Its phenomenal success, coming on the heels of Nirvana’s surprise run up the charts, took the music industry by surprise, in much the same way that Easy Rider convinced film industry weasels in the early 70s that they didn’t really have a clue what the "youth generation" was into, and they’d better play catchup fast.

Farrell’s vision encompassed the maxim of variety being the spice of life, and while it featured the cream of alternative rock acts, there was always at least one hip-hop band along for the ride, and the scene was far from male-dominated. As alt-rock males questioned the trap of gender roles in their music, a powerful new generation of female performers came of age and began storming the charts, further confusing the clueless music industry types. Lollapalooza reached its finest hour in the 1996 tour, which Village Voice writer Robert Christgau said was one of the finest lineups he’d ever seen on one stage, "including both Woodstocks."

1998: Liz, Love & Polly

I mentioned in my Pazz&Jop commentary that four women had won the critics' poll back in the 90s (and none since). Three of them are discussed in the review beneath (the fourth was Lucinda Williams). Of the three, the only one who's really stayed at the top of her game is Polly Harvey, and the leaks from her upcoming release indicate this one is no exception. As for Courtney Love's heroic journey, I think it's safe to say it hasn't ended in triumph so far, though last year's comeback was nothing to snort at. Liz Phair, on the other hand, probably alienated her base as much as Barack Obama did - and just as with Obama, not all the criticism was completely fair. She offers a free sample from her latest at her official site, which is well worth checking out.

If Liz Phair seems more confident on record than onstage, Courtney Love is just the opposite. It’s not that her commanding stage presence doesn’t translate to the studio; her crunchy bandmates and crack production team help her give definitive readings of her songs. It’s just that the songs themselves come from someone deeply wounded, broken at an early age.

Phair’s middle-class upbringing left her prepared to take on the world. She says the only expectations her parents had of her was that she would do very well at whatever she chose. It shows in her alternately wry, sarcastic, ironic and blunt songwriting. Love’s oeuvre speaks of a child beaten down at an early age, and an adult woman who may never feel fully whole as a result. But what gives her music such power is that she’ll never let that stop her.

1998: Civil Libertarian of the Year

Following is the text of my acceptance speech to the Arizona Civil Liberties Union for the honor of being named "Civil Libertarian of the Year:"

It was George Bernard Shaw who said "Liberty means responsibility. That is why most people dread it." And it was Benjamin Franklin who said, after the constitutional convention: "Well, you've got yourselves a republic, if you can keep it." All of us in this room have taken upon ourselves the dread responsibility of trying to keep it. I've tried to do my part using the time-honored method of ridicule.

1998: Bye Newt!

Word is that, for the fifth presidential election in a row, Newt Gingrich is "thinking about" running for president. I'm pretty sure God doesn't love me that much, but, just in case... I rustled through the archives and found an account of the last time he held public office, which came to a rather abrupt end, twelve years ago, right in the middle of the Clinton impeachment debacle. Read on:

That chubby, white-haired, perjuring, philandering, draft-dodging, pot-smoking, ethically challenged politician has been bounced out of office...it just wasn't the one we expected.

The reason I can take so much schadenfreude in the humiliation of Newton Leroy Gingrich boils down to two words: hubris and hypocrisy.

Newt's comeuppance was long overdue, and the polarizing partisanship with which he approached his duties makes it all the sweeter. Newt made it clear that he regarded people like me as the enemy, so it should be no surprise that we returned the compliment. He was full of hubris from day one - despite his fine speech when first he grabbed the gavel, expressing his admiration for FDR. If he had governed in that spirit, he might still be in power. But he never tried to live up to that lofty rhetoric. He never ran the Congress as if it represented all the American people - only the "right" ones.

Partisanship has its place, but Newt and his troops swept into town like an occupying army, and his hubris knew no bounds. He declared himself an arbiter of Western Civilization. He compared himself to Churchill and Lincoln. And he saw himself leading a conservative "revolution" that would realign American politics for a generation. What he didn't see was that the 1994 elections represented a reaction against Clinton, not an endorsement of Gingrich.

There's nothing "conservative" about dispensing corporate welfare to military contractors and gutting regulations for polluters. But there's nothing all that unusual about it either - just look at the new Speaker. What made Gingrich unusual is that even his allies grew to distrust him. It became clear to many of them that his cause wasn't a conservative revolution, it was a Gingrich revolution. That revolution has been stymied, and we can all applaud that.

His ultimate hubris was to disregard ten months of evidence that a majority of Americans don't want the President to be impeached. In the face of that, Gingrich tried to turn this election into a referendum on Clinton - and instead turned it into a referendum on himself. It's not so much that Americans admire Clinton - a majority do not - but that the rank hypocrisy of the Republicans irritated them enough to want to support the President.

Ever since Clinton took office, the right - led by the thrice-married draft-dodger Limbaugh - have denounced him as a pot-smoking, draft-dodging womanizer. And who do they hold up as the alternative but the pot-smoking, draft-dodging womanizer Gingrich? This is the man who served divorce papers on his wife while she was recovering from cancer surgery. Some arbiter of Western Civilization.

The commentator Jimmy Tingle has compared the public's reaction on Clinton/Lewinsky scandal to the Rodney King case. Most Americans believe that what Rodney King did was wrong. But when they saw the LA police on videotape, kicking the stuffing out of him, it wasn't Rodney they wanted to see punished. The GOP broadcast their own videotape of Clinton's wrongdoing, but in exposing his most intimate moments to millions of people, they made themselves look like a pack of out-of-control LA cops.

You can say that Clinton/Lewinsky is really about perjury and obstruction of justice, but so too were Gingrich's numerous cases before the House Ethics Committee. Because the chair of that committee owed her seat to Newt, he got charges dismissed and a tap on the wrist. Just the week before the election, another set of charges against Newt was dismissed. The committee, though, admitted the charges were true - it's just that they happened so long ago, that it just didn't make sense to take them any further. These violations took place in 1991 - the same year Bill allegedly wagged his weenie at Paula.

You can say that it's an outrage that Clinton expects us to believe that oral sex isn't sex - but that's exactly the same rationale Newt uses in his extramarital affairs. No, it's really too late. I might have gone along with the Republicans if they had approached Clinton's wrongdoing with the same bipartisanship with which both parties approached Richard Nixon's crimes.

But like everything else Newt Gingrich touches, it was suffused with hubris and hypocrisy. For all the above reasons, I find poetic justice in the fact that Newt is suffering the fate he was preparing for Clinton - humiliation and removal from office. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

But what I don't take cheer from is the obvious fact that without Newt, the Republican Party is stronger, not weaker. Presumably his fundraising acumen is still at their disposal, but he is no longer a lightning rod for voter discontent. And speaking on behalf of the nation's political cartoonists, I can only say, we're going to miss you, Newt.

1998: The Lennon Box

In conjunction with John Lennon's 70th birthday last October, his estate has re-anthologized his work yet again, and re-re-issued his solo discs. Information on those releases are at his official website. This review of what was - at the time - mostly new material, appeared in the September 1998 Tucson Comic News.

Even before the release of the Beatles’ six-disc Anthology (mercifully sold two discs at a time), the estate of John Lennon had been working on a boxed set of his unreleased recordings. The material they had to work with was voluminous. Lennon left behind hundreds of hours of home recordings, demos, studio outtakes and live material. Much of this was showcased in the radio series “The Lost Lennon Tapes” back in the early nineties, but the estate had also been working towards a more formal release.

Work on the project was set aside due to Yoko Ono’s involvement in the Anthology project, representing her late husband’s interests (though some will still argue that Paul McCartney got his way a bit too much in terms of the track selection). With all of that behind her, Ono once again set to work on the Lennon box, a process that was emotionally agonizing for her.

Now we have the results of those years of labor, both on her part and his, and based on the highlights disc Wonsaponatime, it has been well worth the wait. Lennon fans are finally treated to his scabrous and foulmouthed parody of Bob Dylan’s “Gotta Serve Somebody.” Lennon’s version is titled “Serve Yourself,” and features large helpings of the razor-sharp wit missing from much of his solo work: “Well you may believe in devils/and you may believe in laws/But Christ you’re gonna have to serve yourself/It’s in the bloody fridge.”

Other highlights include “Grow Old With Me,” one of John’s sweetest ballads, with a new string/flute arrangement by Beatles producer Sir George Martin (recently named to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame). Another standout track is a tight studio version of "Baby Please Don’t Go,” recorded as a birthday present for Yoko but later discarded (a looser live version, with Frank Zappa, is available on the Some Time In New York City album).

As for the box set, each of the four discs represents a distinct phase of Lennon’s solo career. “Ascot” covers the years after the Beatles broke up but before John left England, when Plastic Ono Band and Imagine were recorded. “New York City” covers the years 1972-74, and “The Lost Weekend” features material from his drunken 18-month separation from Yoko, recorded in LA with Phil Spector, Harry Nillsson, Keith Moon and other alcoholic layabouts. Even through all of that Lennon’s craftsmanship never deserted him, though his senses often did.

The final disc “Dakota” covers the years from 1975 until his assassination in 1980, a period during which Lennon had professed to be retired, but nonetheless continued to write and record at home. Outtakes from the Double Fantasy sessions are included here, along with what was said to be the last song Lennon ever wrote, “Dear John.”

1988: Sleepy LaBeef Tears the Roof Off

This concert preview appeared in the Santa Cruz Sun in February of 1988. That means that Sleepy LaBeef, is not, in fact appearing at O.T. Price's tonight. But if you're lucky, he may well be appearing in a town near you.

Bob Dylan once said that "rock'n'roll went out with Little Anthony and the Imperials," meaning it had been replaced by something called Rock. But rock'n'roll is alive and well; it's six foot six, 270 pounds, wears an enormous cowboy hat and goes by the name of Sleepy LaBeef.

Born Thomas LaBoeff in Smackover, Arkansas, 1935, he has mastered all the antecedents of the form: gospel, blues, country, soul, swing, rockabilly, and Cajun. He was there in the early Fifties when it all came together, and he's been living it ever since, 200-300 nights a year in roadside bars and honky-tonks. He played with George Jones in the Houston of their youth. He met Elvis there, and ended up on the same label, along with Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Roy Orbison, and other proto-rockers. Sun Studios in Memphis, where these gentlemen cut their first sides, is the birthplace of the music that had been gestating across America for the past several generations.

Tonight, Sleepy rolls his 35-foot motor home into O.T. Price's parking lot. Early tomorrow morning, a roomful of blown-away music fans will stagger out, their ears ringing from his eloquent Gibson. Along with bassist Steve Bigelow, drummer Dennis Durango, and an ever-present thermos of coffee, he'll roar through a thick slice of our musical history. The man is an uncredentialed ethnomusicologist; his repertoire numbers literally in the thousands. Working without a setlist, he'll give the Sleepy treatment to anything from "Shake a Hand" to "My Toot Toot" to "These Boots are Made for Walking." No matter what the material, he makes it his own, singing with a resonant baritone as deep as the trade deficit.

If you miss this, you'll have to settle for Nothing But the Truth (Rounder 3072), recorded in a Boston barroom in 1986. His first two albums on Rounder Records, It Ain't What You Eat, It's the Way How You Chew It, (1981) and Electricity, (1983) were merely great; this one is transcendent. He starts off with a drop-dead version of Hank Ballard's "Tore Up Over You" and winds up side two with a nine-minute medley of "Jambalaya," "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On," "Turn Back The Years," "Hey Good Lookin'," and "Folsom Prison Blues." Just as wild is his autobiographical rap over the chugging beat of John Lee Hooker's "Boogie Chillun." Only for Webb Pierce"s "How Do You Talk to a Baby" does the pace dip below manic-then he's off again, relentlessly. If you want to see rock'n'roll to tell your grandchildren about, this is it. If not, fine. More room for me to dance.

Sleepy LaBeef tears the roof off of O.T. Price's beginning at 8:30 tonight .