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The extortionist at the Belmont Saturday night marked my hand with an indelible permanent marker. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t tattoo my ass, but shit. Two days later, and it’s still as strong as ever. I feel like a male Hester Prynne without the fun part, unless you think sitting a few feet in front of a giant speaker, blood trickling from your earholes as a band performs way out on the cutting edge, creating pure white noise unencumbered by such bourgeois trappings as words and music, is an orgasmic experience.
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Video: Grateful Dead on Saturday Night Live – 1980

Entertainment / Music : Hidden Track (2 years ago)

In the early days of Saturday Night Live, the Grateful Dead were no strangers to the program. In didn’t hurt that two of the show’s main writers, Tom Davis and Al Franken, were big Deadheads. One of the group’s performances took pla... Read Post

David Horton: Marked for life

News : Huffington Post (5 years ago)

  Marked for life Have tattoos when young, regret them later, but it is too late, the indelible stain is there for always. The kind... Read Post

Presenting: The 100 Funniest Pictures Of Sports Fans Ever

Sports : Business Insider: Sports Page (2 years ago)

Laces are tied, foam fingers in hand, clean-pressed jerseys feeling snug. All that's left for these diehards is an empty poster board and an array of brightly-colored permanent markers. Whoever told you sporting events involved athl... Read Post

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