Throwback Thursday: Before their story ended, Attack in Black launched an all-out offensive at Mavericks in ’09
When I first moved to Ottawa, long before I started this website, I had just finished a long and (socially) time-consuming graduate program. Essentially I had not taken a break from school in almost 20 years, and summer was really the only time I’d venture out and catch live shows here and there growing up. Plus, I grew up in London, Ontario, which wasn’t the easiest scene to crack and be in the know about. Thus, I made a point to really try and discover some new spots in my new hometown of Ottawa. This story isn’t a show review or anything like that, it’s just a memory placed within the context of a new kid in town looking for identity, community, and some new music.
When I learned about Attack in Black (Dine Alone Recs), I was really stoked to hear that they were from Welland, Ontario. That’s a pretty small place, and you don’t hear of many bands coming from the periphery like that. Before their quiet demise in 2010, AIB got a few really good records under their belt and made a lasting impression on many of us.
They played Mavericks in May of 2009, and that was the first show I ever went to at that venue. That was a big deal to me, because I’d been to Bluesfest, outdoor concerts, and shows like that, but hadn’t broken into the small venues of Ottawa yet. The vibe of Mavericks sort of reminded me of Call The Office back in London, although the layouts were completely different. Semi-grimy, brick walls, and an assortment of concert-goers that despite having different music tastes and backgrounds, came together and fit nicely together.
Opener Shotgun Jimmie drew in the sparse crowd, and although I didn’t know any of his music at the time, I remember really enjoying that man and his guitar on stage.
When AIB came on, it was like a new door opened for me. At times, the band’s set was chaotic and in your face – you could feel the emotion and influence of the gods of punk’s past in their music. However, there was also a counterbalance, where Daniel Romano’s vocals maintained a feeling of ease and restraint. I remember thinking to myself that there was such a great contrast between the gritty, garage-tinted element with the melodic, folk-inspired side of their music. To me, AIB was on the path that Constantines and Weakerthans traveled before them, and it’s a damn shame it had to end. But for me, it was just the start.
Although the band has been on hiatus since 2010 (whatever that means), all of the members have moved on to do great things. Daniel Romano and Ian Kehoe teamed up with Constantines guitarist Steve Lambke to start the label You’ve Changed Records in 2008, and Romano also collaborated with Fredrick Squire and Julie Doiron. Guitarist Spencer Burton released Eulogy of Her and Her and Her under his solo side project moniker Grey Kingdom in 2011, and bassist Ian Kehoe also performs as Marine Dreams.
Boys Night Out @ Babylon in 2003
Boys Night Out lead singer Connor Lovat-Fraser looking pretty in pink at Babylon Nightclub in Ottawa in 2003. Photo by Junked Camera
Last week I recalled the tale of how epic Alexisonfire were on a fateful day in 2003. Today I will tell you of how Boys Night Out, a little-known screamo band from Burlington, Ontario, helped me feel more confident and reinforced many of my punk rock ideals that same night.
Boys Night Out played before Alexisonfire, and they were not as heavy but were a great blend of pop-punk and screamo. The band was just about to release their debut album, Make Yourself Sick, and played a lot of new music which was exciting, as well as some tunes from their earlier EPs. For anyone who was not really aware, lead singer Connor Lovat-Fraser, transformed his dark and murderous short stories into lyrics or concept EPs (like concept albums but shorter). So while the new material was very much of the emo and screamo variety, the older stuff was the inner working of the mind of a serial killer he had created, very cool stuff. But I digress…
Boys Night Out lead singer Connor Lovat-Fraser getting up close and personal with the crowd at Babylon in Ottawa in 2003. Photo by: Junked Camera
What I remember most of Boys Night Out’s performance has nothing to do with their music. The music was great, but what struck a chord was when an ignorant showgoer called out the lead singer for wearing a pink shirt. The snarky sarcastic remark as the band took the stage, “Hey, nice pink shirt man,” was met with, “Damn right it’s a nice shirt, and I wear it proudly because real men can wear pink.” This really hit home for my 16-year-old self. It reinforced the idea that there are no gender limits to colours, to be comfortable with who you are and that I should think and dress how I want. I had been dealing with being bullied for my appearance quite a bit in high school, like many others, so this was very powerful to hear. If he can come into a room filled with no one he knows, and most not even there to see him, and have such confidence and be so comfortable, anyone could.
This was one of the most punk rock things I had heard from a lead singer on stage, and it happened at a screamo show. Check out a few videos below of the great early workings of this now defunct band.
Popping My Alexisonfire Cherry @ Babylon in 2003
Photo by Junked Camera
Many of you may not be old enough to remember this, but MuchMusic used to actually have musical programming. I know, I know, it’s crazy to think that now, considering all they do is “reality TV.” But many of their programs used to be an amazing sources for discovering music, namely the Punk Show and Going Costal.
One night in late 2002, or early 2003, while sitting in my parents’ basement and watching Going Costal, I discovered this band that forever changed my outlook on music. A little screamo band from St. Catharines, Ontario, and that band was Alexisonfire. I had never seen or heard such raw energy, power and passion as the now defunct band played in “Pulmonary Archery.”
Alexisonfire quickly became my favourite band and their debut album never left my Discman. In June 2003, they came to town. I couldn’t wait to go see them, and on top of that they were playing one of my favourite venues, Babylon (which used to do a lot of all-ages shows). Alexsionfire’s performance was breath-taking, infectious, loud, sweaty, bloody, and made me a lifelong fan. Three moments from the set really stood out. First was how often lead singer George Pettit would hold the mic out to the crowd and how many times I got to scream into it, most notably during my favourite songs “.44 Caliber Love Letter” and “Adelaide.” Try to find me in the image at the top of the article. (Hint: I used to have a lot more hair back then.)
George Pettit aiming his “shotgun” at Dallas Green as the band begins a song at Babylon Nightclub in Ottawa in 2003. Photo: Junked Camera
The second truly memorable thing from the Alexisonfire set was how hardcore they were. During the set, bass player Chris Steele swung his bass and clipped guitarist and vocalist Dallas Green in the face. Green did not miss a beat or even a lyric and kept going through a growing crimson mask. You can see the blood running down his face in the photo just above, as I am sure many of you would find this toughness hard to believe from the soft and sad man behind City and Colour.
The third image engraved in my mind from that night, was how lead singer Pettit started a song, and it kills me not to remember which one it was! Pettit would stand there pretending to hold a shotgun and proceed to “shoot” the band members when it was their time to kick in, as also seen in the photo above (thanks Junked Camera for capturing so much of this great Ottawa history.) Something about that moment, that showmanship, that stage presence, has stuck with me to this very day. I went on to see Alexisonfire another dozen or so times but this night, the very first time I saw them, remains my favourite.
Throwback Thursday: The Summer of ’88 — The Stand GT @ One Step Beyond in Ottawa
By Chris Page
The Stand GT didn’t play Ottawa much in our early days.
It wasn’t that we weren’t shown any love in the nation’s capital. It had more to do with our proximity to Montreal, being from the rural county of Glengarry. We were very connected with that scene and were fortunate to be playing shows with legendary Montreal bands like The Gruesomes, Deja Voodoo, Jerry Jerry, and of course our touring pals Ripcordz.
Our first show in Ottawa was at the Downstairs Club on Rideau Street, which became Lucky Ron’s, then The Hi-Fi and is now a Beer Store. We opened for scene vets Fluid Waffle (who later became Furnaceface) and I would have met Dave Dudley (Dave’s Drum Shop), Slo’ Tom Stewart (Spaceman Music) and Patrick Banister for the first time that night — great guys who I’ve been friends with ever since. But my memory of that evening is pretty hazy over 25 years on.
I do remember two things from that show: Fluid Waffle covered the place in exploding bags of white flour during their set and, not related, the members of The Stand GT were barred from the Downstairs Club for life.
Whatever. It was a trumped-up charge that didn’t take.
The road trip for our second Ottawa show is slightly more memorable.
We were psyched to get a show at an all-ages club called One Step Beyond and this time around we were endorsed on the poster by The Gruesomes very own John Davis. Getting kudos from a bonafide Canadian indie star was a major coup for a young garage band from the sticks.
Actual poster for the show that still hangs in the old rehearsal ‘chicken coop’! Note the little Gruesomes logo with quote that says, handwritten: “Bassist John Gruesome: These guys are great. I highly recommend them.”
One Step Beyond was an all ages club on Rideau Street that existed from 1986 to 1988. As Tom Stewart says in a great write-up here, for such an important venue in the Ottawa underground scene, “…in hindsight, it’s a miracle the club survived as long as it did, considering it was trying to pay the rent from the sale of soft drinks and fruit juice.”
I don’t remember the exact year of The Stand GT’s show at OSB, but I think it was the Summer of ’88. We all lived in Glengarry at the time and were still attending high school. A buddy (affectionately nicknamed “Happy”) graciously offered to drive us to Ottawa in one of his company trucks. Friends with access to trucks or vans to haul our gear to shows were extremely hard to come by. And in those days, an offer of free beer was the main currency in The Stand GT’s barter system.
The day of the show we met at Doug’s family farm early in the afternoon and waited for Happy to show up. It wasn’t long before I realized we’d be travelling in a refrigerated vegetable delivery transport truck with a 20 foot cargo-hold box. To give perspective on its size, it was about half the length of an 18-wheeler.
I’m not sure who agreed to the plan for all of us to ride in the back because, of course, there were no seats, let alone seat belts.
Without letting common sense get in the way, youthful exuberance prevailed and the loading began: drums, amps, guitars, two-fours of Labatt’s Blue and bags of chips. The ride to Ottawa was about two hours from Glengarry, so sustenance was required. If memory serves, there were six of us back there with two up front in the cab.
Once loaded, we climbed up into the cargo hold to test our pal’s generous road trip accommodations.
I can still remember my surprise and concern when they closed the big hinged doors on the back of the truck. It was pitch black in there.
With our eyes fighting to adjust from bright sunshine to extreme darkness, I remember focusing on a tiny rust hole emitting the only natural light in the back of the truck. The hole wasn’t big enough to poke a finger through and we knew we needed a better solution to our lighting situation.
Soon we were banging on the doors to climb out and rustle some flashlights from Doug’s dad who was shaking his head at us from the back porch of the farmhouse.
Another thought soon crossed my mind: refrigerated truck would probably mean “air tight” cargo hold, correct? What if we ran out of oxygen on the trip? With six of us in there, surely fresh air wouldn’t last long.
Doug and I put our heads together and quickly came up with a MacGyver-worthy solution to build a rudimentary messaging system to our driver should we start to lose air out on the open road.
We tied strings of bailer twine (used for making hay bales) and secured one end from the steering wheel in the cab. We ran the twine out the drivers side window, over the top of the truck and down into the cargo hold, through those big back doors. No air? Simply, pull on the rope. I relaxed knowing Happy would feel a little tug on the steering wheel and pull over to save us from suffocating.
With our comfort secured, the road trip to Ottawa began.
The back of that truck had the feel of a rolling, low-budget discotheque. The flashlights illuminated the anticipation on our faces and we started to sway down the road. The portable cassette player was cranked as we passed around bottles of Labatt’s Blue.
Doug balanced two beer bottles between his stretched out legs as he sat on the floor of the truck with his back against one of the side walls. I remember the flashlight dangling, hung around his neck while he changed the strings on his guitar.
Wally sat on a case of beer, his own flashlight beaming up from a shirt pocket, creating a creepy effect on his face as he chugged beers. It was a look that would do Lux Interior proud.
Chris Page & Doug MacPherson live with The Stand GT circa 1988.
Though the refrigeration unit was off, there was enough oxygen and the concerns over lack of air were soon forgotten. We were rolling down the highway with that hard-to-describe feeling of freedom and youthful excitement. This was a trip that would see our young band play a big show in a big city that night. And we were amped up by the fact none of us had a care in the world.
Until someone had to pee.
Little did I know my emergency twine concoction would be used to request a toilet break as opposed to being the instrument of a desperate plea for air. When I nonchalantly reached to pull the twine, my smugness turned to a sinking feeling which I’m sure no one noticed in the flashlight ambiance of the steerage discotheque.
The twine was completely pinched in those big metal doors. There was no way to reach the driver.
Of course, at the realization of this turn of events, an overwhelming feeling came over us: we all had to pee.
After a short, frantic and semi-drunk discussion, our friend Zimmy was the first to suggest a plan that involved an empty chip bag and the aforementioned small rust hole at the bottom of the doors. The hole may not have been large enough to put your finger through, but it was certainly large enough to empty a chip bag, filled with liquid, out onto Highway 417.
Doug MacPherson and Glen ‘Wally’ Wallace rehearsing, circa 1987.
The rest of that evening is a blur. Happy did get lost on the way into Ottawa so we spent about 3 hours in the flashlight disco. I wish I could remember what was on the cassette player back there: the soundtrack for an experience none of us will forget, but still can’t remember.
I do remember One Step Beyond was a cool venue and we made many new friends that night. One of those pals was Alan Wright (R.I.P.), an underground music lover from Kingston, then Seattle, who had a terrific fanzine and who would become a huge champion for the band in the many years to come.
The ride home was a much more relaxed and comfortable affair for specific reasons I won’t mention here. But you can ask any of us about the rest of the story sometime. All in all, that Ottawa trip led to an incredible chain of events that would take The Stand GT on an amazing journey, lasting many years.
For more information on One Step Beyond, there’s a fantastic write up about the Nation’s capital punk/alt/hardcore history by Ottawa legend Slo’ Tom Stewart on the Ottawa Explosion site. Of course, you should also listen to and purchase The Stand GT.
We’d love it if you did.
Throwback Thursday: MxPx at the Civic Center in 2001
Today we throwback to when I was 13 and loved me some pop punk.
It was the summer of 2001, the summer before I entered high school. My parents got me tickets to see one of my favourite bands at the time, MxPx and some other bands at the civic center. I could not have been more excited.
The night began with supper at Mexicali Rosa’s on Bank Street (R.I.P.). My father and I walked in and it was empty, except for the all three members of MxPx and their girlfriends!!!! I was so giddy I could barely handle it. We ordered and ate, all the while I kept looking over to see what they were doing and eavesdropping on their conversation. Finally I gathered the courage to go talk to them, with a lot of help from my dad. We chatted briefly, got my ticket autographed and then I asked if they would play my favorite song, “Doing Time.” The song is a teen anthem comparing high school to jail, perfect for my angst-ridden 13-year-old self.
The waiting game began as I had to sit through (well stand through) two bands I had never heard of and listen to Willie Nelson between bands (it was the On the Road Again tour). The opening acts were Ultimate Fakebook, a three-piece power pop band from Manhattan, KS and this little band from Maryland you may have heard of led by two brothers Joel and Benji, Good Charlotte. Ultimate Fakebook had really catchy hooks, cool vocals and impressed me. In writing this piece I just found out they reunited, re-launched their website, recorded new material and still play every once and a while. The other band, Good Charlotte, who later went on to major radio success, were super boring, felt fake and disappointed me, even as a 13 year-old which was their target demographic I believe.
A few more Willie Nelson songs and it was time for MxPx (which stands for Magnified Plaid). Their set was killer, playing all the songs I loved and had me bopping up and down and singing. Near the mid-way point of the set lead singer and bass player, Mike Herrera, said, “this one is for Eric.” When they started playing “Doing Time” I was on cloud nine just melting and screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs. It was one of the greatest moments in my young concert-going life. The rest of the set was great and just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get close to the high of hearing them dedicate a song to me, they covered “Should I Stay or Should I Go” by The Clash during the encore to even get my dad singing.
It was a magical night of pop-punk and the perfect story to brag about as I began high school. Thank you MxPx.
Throwback Thursday: The Replacements and Goo Goo Dolls @ Barrymore’s in 1991
By Steven Scharf
On February 18, 1991, I finally got to see The Replacements live. Ever since reading a review of Let It Be by Robert Christgau in the Village Voice in 1984, I was infatuated with this band of misfits from Minneapolis. Let’s just say, they were my favourite thing.
The show took place at Barrymore’s Music Hall, one of the best venues for live music that this city has ever offered. It seemed like every band touring the Montreal-Toronto corridor ended up playing there. Think the Cramps, Iggy Pop, Social Distortion, the Pogues, Teenage Head, Dead Milkmen, to name a few. Gord Rhodes, who I believe ran the club from 1978 to 1991, really put this spot on the map.
Barrymore’s was as packed and as hot as I had ever seen it. While waiting for the openers to start their set, The ‘Mats bass player Tommy Stinson could be seen walking around the club with what looked like a martini in hand, perfectly complementing his white smoker’s jacket. The Goo Goo Dolls came on and played a really great set to further heat up the place.
Touring to promote their album All Shook Down, the crowd erupted when The Replacements came on. Starting off with the 1-2 punch of “I Don’t Know” and “I Will Dare”, throwing in a couple of covers (Eddie Cochran and Johnny Cash) and ending the night in perfect style with “Left of the Dial” and “Alex Chilton,” I remember the place being one happy, fist-pumping sing along.
Heading out into the February cold, the fanboy in me was grinning from ear to ear. Truly one of the best shows I have ever witnessed.
Here’s the set list:
“I Don’t Know,” “I Will Dare,” “Achin’ To Be,” “Waitress In The Sky,” “Skyway,” “When It Began,” “Nightclub Jitters,” “Someone Take The Wheel,” “Cut Across Shorty” (Eddie Cochran), “She’s A Goer” (Johnny Cash), “Kiss Me On The Bus,” “Talent Show,” “Asking Me Lies,” “Nobody,” “Color Me Impressed,” “Can’t Hardly Wait,” “I’ll Be You,” “Bastards Of Young,” “Within Your Reach,” “Little Mascara,” “Left Of The Dial,” & “Alex Chilton.”
Throwback Thursday: Timber Timbre @ First Baptist Church in 2011
Timber Timbre playing at the First Baptist Church. Photo by Ming Wu.
Last night, Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars delivered a powerful sermon on the subject of reunion at St. Albans that took me back to my first concert in a church. Only three years ago, Timber Timbre came to town and played a very sombre set at Ottawa’s First Baptist Church.
Timber Timbre was then touring its Polaris-shortlisted album, Creep On Creepin’ On, which had been partially recorded in a converted church studio in Montreal. Their Ottawa venue reflected this facet of the record just as each dimly lit band member at the altar stayed true to Creep On‘s tone. I found it quite haunting to be sitting on a pew of a holy place as the dark, deep voice sang to us over melodies. The sound was quite loud, but the acoustics were absolutely perfect. As strange as it was to be seated in a sanctuary (since I’m not a practitioner of any religion), nothing was more eerie than observing the plaques depicting Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection on the wall while listening to music I love.
The entire experience was quite odd and wonderful all at once. I couldn’t get over how incredible the acoustics were and thought up endless possibilities of performers who could really make amazing use of such a setting. Since then, several artists have performed shows in churches all around Ottawa, including St. Brigid’s, St. Albans, Dominion-Chalmers United Church & Glebe St. James. I commend Arboretum Festival for making use of them throughout the year.
I invite you to imagine yourself in a gloomy basilica while you listen to one of my favourite Timber Timbre tracks.
Throwback Thursday: Winter Skafest 2005 and Ska Jeff
This week’s Throwback Thursday is dedicated to Jeff, aka Moesplant, aka Ska Jeff, aka Filburt Shellbach, aka one of the raddest dudes in Ottawa and the awesome ska show he once promoted. Through his label and promotion company Finish What You Started, Jeff is presenting Finish What You Started Fest this week (starting tonight). This is the five-year anniversary of this awesome DIY punk rock label and the festival lineup is amazing. But it’s important to note that Jeff has been promoting shows for much more than five years, let me take you back to 2005 when Skattawa (Jeff and a few friends) organized an amazing ska show at the Blackburn Hamlet Community Centre.
Back in the day, Punk Ottawa, a message board and show listings site, was the source of pretty much all musical information in town and Jeff, aka Moesplant, was a huge contributor to the community. Most people now know Jeff as a promoter of mostly punk rock and hardcore, as well as a bass player in some pretty heavy bands. But back in the day, he was huge into ska, hence the nickname Ska Jeff. Through Skattawa he presented Winter Fest 2005, featuring Rude Dudes, One Night Band, Finkelstein Shit Kids and Take One for the Team at the Blackburn Hamlet Community Centre for $6. Ah the good ol ‘days when all-ages shows were abundant and Ottawa had a ska scene.
The Rude Dudes were the Ottawa kings of ska, always playing high energy sets full of great horn play which got us stomping our feet to the beat (listen here). And the Finkelstein Shit Kids were a new band, playing their first show I believe. They were a great group of young teens and played super fun music (check them out for yourself). I caught them several more times after this show. Sorry Take One for The Team, I don’t remember your band or your set, but I am sure you rocked it. The band of the night though, was the only none Ottawa band on the bill, One Night Band.
The band from Montreal absolutely amazed my 15-year-old self. Their originals were great, like “When I Fall In Love” sung by a gorgeous saxophone player with a soft voice, “Feeling So Low” (as seen in the video), and “Rolling the Dice” (listen here). The band was so tight and did an amazing job of covering classics like “Message to Rudy” by The Specials and some Skatalites, if I remember correctly. Needless to say, I skanked my way through their entire set and loved every minute of it. Check out the video above of One Night Band playing the 2008 Ottawa Skafest at The Underground, now House of Targ.
One of the coolest parts of the entire night though was Skanking 101. It was originally offered by Jeff but executed by Vince (of the Bad News Bears… I think). Here is Jeff’s post on Punk Ottawa announcing the lesson, the entire thread can be found here, what a sweetheart.
Between Take One For The Team and Finkelstein Shit Kids sets I will give all you new skanksters, who are trecking out to your first ska show, some quick and easy skanking lessons! You’ll be moving your feet, skanking to that beat!
Clearly Jeff, or whatever you want to call him, has and still is a huge part of the Ottawa music scene. You should really find time in your schedule over the next four days to check out any of the wonderful shows at Finish What You Started Fest, I know I am planning on attending every one of them.
I am greatful to have such an awesome person contributing so positively to my city and most of all to be able to call such a wicked dude my friend. Here’s to forging many more memories Jeff. Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!
Throwback Thursday: Nothing Could Stop I Hate Sally in 2007
In honour of attending Heavy Montreal this weekend I thought it would be appropriate to write about one of my fondest hardcore/metal show moments I have seen in Ottawa.
On a snowy day in December 2006 my little brother Philip broke his leg. I had bought him tickets for his Jan. 16 birthday to go see one of our favourite bands, Cancer Bats. The show was on the 25th of January but I wasn’t sure if my parents would let him go with a cast and crutches. Luckily, their punk rock ethos and a little convincing won them over in the end.
Opening the show was the female-fronted metalcore band from Kingston, I Hate Sally. I had seen them before and really liked their sound, and even more so loved their fiery singer’s passion and stage presence. Dee Prescott is probably less than five feet tall and covered in tattoos, and when she took to the stage that night she was in crutches and a cast! She opened the show by saying something a long the lines of “I broke my ankle a few nights ago but there was no way I was missing playing Ottawa and opening for Cancer Bats. Let’s do this!” With mic in one hand, a crutch tucked under her armpit and waving and slamming the other all over the place we were in awe. Dee wielded the lumber that was supposed to support her like a medieval weapon at the front of the stage. The set was fast-paced and intense, I still to this day haven’t seen anyone else flail a crutch while singing.
Imagine this, just with a flailing crutch in her other hand.
When they finished the set, Dee walked over to see my brother. I assume she noticed him bobbing his head while on crutches himself. The little ball of fire shook my 14-year-old brother’s hand and started to chat with him about their injuries. They talked for a solid 10 or 15 minutes and a lifelong fan was born. Check out some of their videos and live footage below to really get a grasp for their energy and sound.
Cancer Bats were next so I hid my brother by the side of the stage near the bar (the bar used to be much closer to the stage at Mavericks) to protect him from the imminent chaos. Philip, who loved to mosh, had to sit this one out. I am sure their set was amazing and that I sang to all the songs, but what stayed with us that night was the opening act shredding the place up on one foot.
Throwback Thursday: The Headstones wreak havoc in Manotick, one last time
A short story by Richard Michels of The Haig. Photo by Richard Beland.
I was at the last Headstones show before they broke up in 2003. It was in the alley beside the Black Dog Tavern in Manotick. The Headstones were even louder, more raunchy than normal and were just killing it. Hugh Dillon was, as usual, going crazy and putting on a wicked show.
I was 18 at the time and was in the pit. Hugh broke his mic stand in half and threw the 2 pieces out into the audience. I got hold of the bottom half, the base. A battle ensued — a battle that I was not going to lose. I fought off all the other people, including security guards, who thought a big chunk of metal in the pit was a bad idea. I had a death grip on it and was not going to let go. Eventually the security guards agreed that if I left with it and took it to my car, it was mine. It still graces my crawlspace.
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