When they play anywhere else, it is basically 16-18 go-to live songs. Plus, if you think about it, they are playing roughly 54 or so different songs over three nights. The Lawrence Arms are just one of those bands that I will never get tired of seeing play live. It was more or less the exact same thing as War on Xmas Year 1 (and I’m assuming Year 2) but amplified in the much smaller room. The crowd chanted ‘Hen-nes-sy’ and a Christmas tree was crowd surfed.
Tonight they played heavily off Cocktails and Dreams and The Greatest Story Ever Told, with a Crimpshine cover thrown in there for good measure. I was curious to see how the Arms were going to make this show different than the last time I was at War on Xmas, since you know, they play three nights and they only have so many songs in their repertoire. The Cobra Lounge isn’t exactly the biggest venue, so it was feeling pretty crowded by the time The Lawrence Arms took the stage. It was weird getting kicked in the head and turning around to see Holiday Cher’s dead eyes staring you in the face. Well now I got to see them soberish and they were pretty fucking tight! They brought along their own Christmas spirit in the form of a cardboard cutout of Cher wearing a Santa hat that I know you already know got crowd surfed around the room. I say vaguely because yes I saw them play it, but I was very drunk by that point. The Ridgelands were up next, a band I was vaguely familiar with from the Punk Rock Pig Roast in Blue Island earlier in the year. Merry fucking Christmas, you filthy animals. pin that if you got it, Toby Jeg of ‘Red Scare Records’ would pay your bar tab. They got the crowd into the Christmas spirit by throwing out presents between songs, such as an eye pad (get it?), signed copies of The Lawrence Arms records (signed by who though?), a burned copy of The Lawrence Arms at the Fireside Bowl in 1999 (I got that one), and a square F.Y.I. Anyway, just like our bucket of ribs, Fuck You, Idiot were great.
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Super fucking professional music journalist. Starting off the debauchery was Chicago’s Fuck You, Idiot, who were always one of those bands I wanted to check out strictly because their name is awesome, but then I just kind of forgot to do that. This isn’t a Yelp review on the Cobra Lounge’s food though and it was time for the music. Apparently word on the street is Cobra Lounge actually has some delicious food, and after a quick discussion, David and I landed on splitting the “bucket of meat.” Pretty sure that’s not what it was actually called, but that’s what was brought to our table. Kendra came and picked me up to head to David’s for a quick pre-game drink before we all hoped in a Lyft, bound for the show.
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Which meant instead of a Double Big Gulp full of whiskey, I settled for a Super Big Gulp. Night one of War on Xmas was on a school night, so I had to take it (relatively) easy. The bad thing about having a three day party like this in the city I live in is that, well, I live here. Now in it’s third year of existence, the War on Xmas is Double Door-less (R.I.P.) for the first time, opting instead to split time between smaller Cobra Lounge for the first night, and the Bottom Lounge for the next two. And of course, The War on Xmas in December. With my new residency comes the opportunity to attend new shows without having to take time off work and fly halfway across the country. I decided right then and there, I’m moving to this fucking town.Ĭut to two years later and here I am, an official Chicago resident. I looked up and saw two kids on the train station above, laughing as they rained down snowballs on the unsuspecting smokers below. As I stood out in the cold exhausted from three days of non stop partying, something wet and cold hit me square in the face, knocking the cigarette from my hand. It had been a whirlwind few days filled with plenty of Malört, a metric shit ton of good friends, and The Lawrence Arms. I needed a break from the sweaty mess that was happening inside. Still no record of a grant deed request for my trust, which is still totally unfunded.In December of 2015, I was standing outside the Double Door in Chicago smoking a cigarette. Vanguard says request was returned June 27th because the amount they sent for the grant deed was $20 short Called Vanguard and was told request for grant deed going out that day. I mailed an original death certificate that day. I called Vanguard and they asked (for the first time) for my husband's death certificate. May 17 I called Monterey County recorder's office. Vanguard sent an Email saying a grant deed request was sent to county recorder's office in Monterey Notarized single trust papers in MontereyĪpril 13. Local attorney arranged my single title to my house
Met attorney Kendra Bowen in Monterey and started trust preparation. Vanguard Legal Group trust seminar in Monterey.
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