I think I know where they got the wateria from.
Monthly Archive for March, 2008
For even the layperson, Omaha has a reputation for its great steaks (a reputation that is probably subconsciously derived by the frozen mail order steaks of Omaha Steak ). When you are an asshole who thought he could get some sleep on a flight from LA to Omaha that left at 12:50 am and arrived at 11:30 am with connections, you hope that the meal you have been starving for — after attempting to gorge yourself with pretzels — will be one that will satisfy that starvation and make you forget a sleepless flight of refusing to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks.
That being said, I went straight from the airport to Johnny’s Café. The only thing I knew about Johnny’s was that it was the “oldest steakhouse in Omaha” , Established in 1922, but what I didn’t know is that I was about to be blown the fuck away.
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I am extremely picky about the content I am choosing for this site, if anything I am trying to write almost specifically about things that aren’t readily found on the internet (or anywhere for that matter), curiosities that only have small mentions or blurbs on other websites — which you can find a certain amount of depth on here and here only.
Despite that fact — it’s time, mainly because I am currently at a loss in terms of what to write, to deviate from the regular type of content and write about a record that has snuck up on me and what I now view as the best and most overlooked record of 2007; The Sleeping States – There the Open Spaces.
I didn’t come across this album during 2007, I started listening to it around January, but since its first spin, it has not left any player on my computer, home, or car since. This is saying a lot for an album that is as spare and simplistic as There the Open Spaces. An evocative album of lo-fi bedroom pop, its quiet dissonance reverberates off the walls of what feels like a confessional album in responses to the alienation of city life — its people and dwellings.
