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Geek Weekly Fanzine #10 Spring 2003

Joe Gross Interview Hole in the Wall Report from Alaska New Pornographers Alex Coke Brian Berger

Picture: several nude figures sitting on a picnic blanket with balloons.

Ok, the other two pictures are a simulated birthday party including some wacky regulars- customers made into models for my photographic fantasy world. They were just a few of the players in the drunk circus cast of the Hole

Picture: several nude figures sitting on a picnic blanket while one is on a rope swing.

So there you go- a view from inside the Hole. The Hole was a portal to the childlike timeless realm of Austin's rockin' unpretentious past, now disappearing into the yuppie mediocrity of big city blues. Salud to all the veterans of the Hole- I hope you are all drinking somewhere cozy out there in the Modern Austin. Thanks Hole for my 14 years of lushy rock n roll. I guess 29 years of rockin' is a good stretch for any little bar shack, but it played heavy on my little black heartstrings.

Call Tara Spies for all your photography needs cuz she rocks a lens" starryeyestara@yahoo.com

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[image of text, "Another place you don't want to be when that harsh chemical laxative kicks in."]

Ok so, here's the Satans review for this issue.

Satans 9/9/94 Hole In The Wall: Sean is the single most rockinest drummer I have ever known. Mysteriously, he never breaks anything. Heath is a rock star, cranking that guitar/amp connection. Brock holds down the rhythm fort without even breaking a sweat -- or messing up his hot hairdo. And Hunter is the perfect frontman, raisin' hell and forgetting his lyrics. There you have it. The Men. The Satans.

THEN: Some guy named Justin had a party at Emo’s on Sunday 10/16. I don’t know him but he had the Satans, the Motards & the Cryin’ Out Louds playin’ his party, so he must be cool. I got sick of Emo’s before the Motards & the COLs played, but I did catch the itty-bitty Satans set. They’re good to their fans at least, they played most of their hits in the (?) 20-minute show. They did the Guido Sarducci version of Slugger - just one time through. It left me wanting more, but I was pleased (albeit drunk).