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I got a package today, from my grandma, filled with Dean paraphernalia. I love my grandma. And not just because she's a democrat, either.

Last night Charlie did his show. Things went awry just in time for the start, when one of the two CD players broke and made the show exceedingly difficult to put on. Charlie pulled through, though, with only the briefest moments of dead air. I sat there and ate graham crackers, occasionally reading hip-hop news and berating Atmosphere for their latest effort, Seven's Travels, without ever having really heard most of it. Regardless, they cancelled their big show down here, depriving all the fans (re: everyone) of a really, really rad show. Not cool. Slug must think he's better than small-town Iowa, and, yeah, he probably is, but better than a $6,000 payday? I think not.

Peace.
-Todd