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Reach out and touch someone, no matter how seriously you may take it, its only conversation. Even if you do want to buy the world some coke and swim with the dolphins, even if you are going to change the world with some quiet mystery, unfortunately, a penis is still distracting, and if you are not already aware of David Yow's antics, then you might as well know he duct tapes his pants. Who needs music? When I was in college. When dred locks were phat. What I did not know, before people even thought to argue about when punk began, (I voteMC5) was the wise words of Patti Smith: baby, baby, baby, was a rock and roll nigger. Need we say it again?

Nestled in the burban tapestry of short vine, amidst lips service clothing stores and second hand record bins is Sudsy Malone’s, a year round laundromat equipped with 50 lb. washers and full time bar, to boot, a stage and a set of bleachers. On most nights, that is, on a night other than Capitol recording artist night, if you've got laundry, there's no cover to get in. As campy as it sounds, it is. But then again, Sudsy’s has been one of the few Cincinnati establishments to retain its charm along with its name, not to mention being a cornerstone supporting the local music scene, and being centrally located near UC’s main campus.

Administered to the hands of a breathing room only crowd, and fed to the sounds of locals Lazy, (who could easily simmer off the by products of Sonic Youth, Courtney Love, and the Kelly Deal 6000 with a twisted sneer) the crowd at Sudsy’s was glad to endure the hassles of "excuse me" to find out who they would be pushing to the front by the time Jesus Lizard made the stage. The anticipated moment when the sincere mystery of David Yow would unfold. Taking the stage wearing something to the effect of silk, Yow reiterated, sarcastically of course, a personal warning from the assistant district attorney of Cincinnati concerning tolerance and nudity, and before the first song was even finished, Yow had already jettisoned himself into the throng. Sometime later he would comment Cincinnati sucks, but regardless, no one seen the worm at this show. If you made it to Lollapalooza at Riverbend a few years ago, or if you have seen Jesus Lizard before, tonight was not a rarity. Yow, as usual, spent most of his time singing while held up with hands of strangers that could have just as well grabbed his...maloclusion, but this being Sudsy’s is what made for such a great show. Whether they sell out or not, this is where a bands like Jesus Lizard are best seen. You don't have to share their wrinkled face with 30,000 other people who are waiting for the next band. The environment is much too closed to be honest about how others look. And when you leave, everyone can say that man sweat on me. Besides Yow’s supposed attitude toward rock journalist. Besides people bitching about Jesus Lizard selling out. Besides being there in ‘95 to see what color Yow’s pubes are, Jesus Lizard is an actual band. They’ve been around. They paid some bills, and joining up with Capitol records shouldn’t be any sort of convincing argument against the threat they have already amassed. If anything, you would think getting married, having children and the like would be a good thing for this brood because otherwise, they would just be another bunch of cocks in your face.

Despite the general admission bodies that were trampled at the then Coliseum back in the 70's, The Who were welcomed back to Cincinnati in 1989. Despite the hopefulness of Citizens for Community Values, people still masturbate, and although it should be a case for birth control, Larry Flynt is still as physically unappealing as he was before. The torch has been passed from one Simon's lease to the next, and if Jesus does have a penis, when he comes back tell him to invite 5 million of his friends, because that's 2 billion dollars for the greater Cincinnati area. In the meantime, if you missed the show, enjoy the pictures.