Real Quick...

Last night, Doughty played Cafe du Nord and I had to work. By the time I got off, there was a line around the block--hundreds of people hoping to catch a glimpse of Doughty goodness.
So instead, I went to the Hemlock, one of my favorite hipster spots in the 'Loin mostly because of thier smoking room. It's a pretty popular bar, and it was packed to near capacity last night.
So I'm doing a lap looking for my friend Daniel, and an extremely fine piece of vanilla produce caught my eye; tall, thin, shaggy dark hair--and strangely familiar.


The lead singer of the Velvet Teen.

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