Just a quick missive as these are busy times.  Lots of in's, lots of out's, lots of what-have-you's.  It seems that I've been nominated for BEST LOCAL CHARACTER in the Shepherd Express Best of Milwaukee 2008 voting thing.  Click Here and vote for me and together we'll make history - I'll be the first non-Shepherd Express employee to win in years.  Not to mention, I'm a dog which only adds to the awesomeness of this potential coup in free press voting history.  I'm like the Susan B. Anthony for dogs.

To celebrate this great moment in American History, download the free mp3 below of Footloose by Doveman.  He just released an album called Doveman Covers The Footloose Soundtrack.  I know.  Amazing.

Dance your ass off, 

Otis

Doveman - Footloose mp3 

I've decided that in the end, we are responsible for THAT GUY.  Who is THAT GUY you ask?  We all know him.  He's the guy who double fists Pabst, wears a backwards baseball hat everywhere, wears the shirt of the band he is seeing to their actual concert, tries to make eye contact and catch a nod of recognition for said shirt, might bring a sign to the show, tries to "out show" you constantly ie:

YOU: "I saw Paul Mcartney at The Bradley Center last summer.  What a splendid show".

THAT GUY: "Oh yeah.  My dad saw The Beatles in a club in New York City the night before they broke on Sullivan.  (note: THAT GUY references anything he can by using a last name)  He smoked a cigarette with John Lennon and they would party every time he was in town thru the 60s and 70s.  My dad introduced him to Yoko.  My ....etc....you get it.

Now, the THAT GUY clincher.  It starts with the 1st beer that crosses the line to drunk.  Its like an Incredible Hulk thing goes off except the transformation is not into a super-human, its into a super-yelling-douchebag.  The moment he crushes a beer can in his hand and he gets that glint in his eye, you are seconds away from lights out THAT GUY time.   No matter what, THAT GUY can not control the urge to yell the first cliche-tard thing that pops in his head at a quiet, between-song break during a show.  99% of the time, its when the artist is speaking to the crowd.  "Go Brewers!" "Farve!" "Freebird" are common arrows in the THAT GUY quiver.  God, I hate him.  He'll keep doing it thru the murmur of people around him asking each other "Who the f*&k is THAT GUY?".  He'll keep dropping bombs till either the artist tells him to shut the F*^K up or security comes down.  Hopefully its the latter so concert goers don't get a pissed off band shortening their set because of THAT GUY. My god does he suck.

How to stop THAT GUY

Now that we've identified THAT GUY, it begs the question of Who the F*$K is friends with THAT GUY? Who is good enough friends to go to a f#*kin show with him?  Are you out of your mind?!  Who brings him?  (sub question: are you friends with a guy who is friends with THAT GUY?  Guilty by association my friend)  Who waits for THAT GUY to come down from his apt, grabs a few drinks or maybe some food before the show, splits parking with THAT GUY, checks the merch table/girls before the show; basically does up the whole night with THAT GUY?!?   

How to stop THAT GUY?  Do you even need to ask!  Leave THAT GUY home!  For the love of God!  Leave THAT GUY home. 

 Thank you and goodnight,

Otis