KF1: Yeah, all the hot guys in Milwaukee are straight.Natt Spil curbside, Tuesday night, kindly fellows psych up a friend: she's moving to Milwaukee, where there's "lots of opportunity" to snag the heterosexual drinking buddies she richly "deserves."
KF2: Cause all the gays moved to Chicago.
If you hadn't heard, Jane Magazine is effectively shuttered and its website's closing up shop next month. We can relate, in the sense that that sweet Covance study that was going to finance some globetrotting and resolve our housing situation for a month, fizzled out on us yesterday afternoon. We're not going to pretend we were down with Sassy from the jump or anything, but we fondly recall visiting a friend's summer sublet in Logan Square, grossly extending bathroom trips perusing Jane back issues. [for the articles, really!] We even bought a copy a year ago, when we had designs on pitching a piece on womyn rap producers or something. So we thought we'd preserve the following Madison zine moments for posterity. No quips for now.
excerpted, without permission, from Jane, July '07, "Hit The Road: The MIDWEST," by Brekke Fletcher and Julie Bloom
"After a warning from State Trooper Dubois, we roll into Madison ready for a drink. Inside the cozy Natt Spil (211 King St.; no phone!), we catch the attention of scruffy DJ Chuck Money and chef Dave. "I could tell you were tall by your long torso," Chuck says to Brekke, who totally digs Chuck's sardonic irreverence and his hand on her thigh. He escorts us to late-night spot The Weary Traveler (1201 Williamson St., 608-442-6207), where Julie approaches Ed, a truck driver who looks like Mark Wahlberg. "You can't go anywhere in Madison without running into someone you know," he complains. As if on cue, Andrew, our sexy waiter from dinner, shows up, sits on the other side of Julie, and sets up a love triangle. One $3 beer later, Ed bows out and the four of us head back to Andrew's bachelor digs until the wee hours. The rest is classified."
Last time I was at Natt Spil, the proprietor of At War With Metal was patient enough to watch me eat two Brie and Braeburn pizzas. Tonight, I'll be there, listening to a set by WSUM's Ashley Watkins. She will probably be spinning some combination of dub, reggae, and .... SKA? You should show up and buy her a drink: my checking account is overdrafted, because of shit like buying two pretentious pizzas to gear up for a night AT THE CLUB.
While you should be able to subscribe to her WSUM podcast by heading to the far reaches of the WSUM.NET Cosmos, here's Ashley explaining why she's a vegetarian. I wish I could relay more of her wit beyond the decks, but she's always issuing ominous proclamations about the liberties taken by my blogging style. Join an old email dialogue in medias res, at this relatively mild (affectionate, even?) insult...
AW: hah, you little turd.
H: speaking of which, I've been mesmerized by the [image] below all week, and have had trouble coming up with a pretense to link to it.
It's quite the decadent turd.
AW: bling bling gone too far...diamonds on mah neck, diamonds on mah
grill, titanium in mah gutz/turdz.
reason #30292 why i am a vegetarian.
