Peg Life Vol. 27

For the second time Pollstar.com has provided me the inspiration to write a Peg Life. This volume also has another minisculely interesting and wholly irrelevant distinction. Specifically, this Peg Life will be published first in its blog format rather than email. The reason being that I am writing it at work and I no longer have access to the Hotmail site here. Of course, this will have no effect on anyone reading it and will almost certainly go completely unnoticed by anyone other than myself. So now that I've wasted your time with several lines of thoroughly useless filler I should have the decency to move on to less jejune topics. However, I don't recall ever claiming any degree of decency and in fact I'm feeling a bit petulant just this moment so I'm going to continue wasting your time until I feel I have progressed into wasting my time. Fortunately for you all that last sentence managed to push me past that point.
And here's a third distinction this Peg Life can assert: a paragraph break. Happy now, Ellie? Can you read this without losing your place or do you need a finger to guide you? Cause I've got a finger for you right here you stupi-- Oh, uh, sorry. Guess I wasn't quite past the point of asperity yet. I'm pretty sure I'm done being a rancorous bastard now. What was I talking about? Oh, yes. Pollstar. Concerts. Now, you should all be aware that the mighty Constantines are playing mere weeks from now on May 17. As far as I can tell, the only valid reason for missing this momentous performance would be kneeling at the altar of the Prince of Darkness. And no, I'm not referring to the Alice Cooper show taking place the same night. I'm talking about the original Prince of Darkness, Satan. And if you end up summoning the Dark Lord in corporeal form, tell him I say hi. The next good show taking place in the Peg should draw in all the bitter, cynical punks out there as Alkaline Trio headlines a show at the Ramada Marlborough. Bloody faces are not required for entry, but if you want to be real legit you should leave with one. For those that fancy themselves less bitter and cynical than anti-capitalist, anarcho-dance punks, your show takes place the following day at the Pyramid when the (International) Noise Conspiracy play. The (Municipal) Noise Conspiracy couldn't be booked as they were completing their Interlake/Parkland regional tour. So we've covered the shows that will appeal to a few subspecies of the punk genus, but what about the horn-rimmed glasses/sweater-wearing, bangs-hanging-over-one-eye, depression-addicted emofags? Well, they'll be creaming their pre-faded designer jeans when they learn that their lord and saviour Conor Oberst (aka Bright Eyes) will be bleating his heart out on the stage of the Burton Cummings Theatre come June.
*Oooh, another paragraph. Maybe now I can start calling myself an essayist* That's all for this issue of Peg Life. Thank you for reading and may God have mercy on your soul.

Tony Hawkins can't be expected to remember all the infernal pacts he makes