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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Contest Win Tickets to Dr. Dog and the Cave Singers!
Posted by Ezra Ace Caraeff on Tue, Apr 14, 2009 at 8:58 AM
Don't stop now! Let the six days, six concerts, six giveaways contest continue:
Giveaway #4: Win tickets to see Dr. Dog and the Cave Singers!
Not really dogs, or medical doctors, Philly's Dr. Dog offer a nice and mellow continuation to the grand tradition of classic rock. They're hardly a revisionist act, instead creating a sound that is both entirely their own, yet utterly familiar and carefree. Joining them will be Seattle's Cave Singers, a band that features one of the pretty boys from Pretty Girls Make Graves, plus a slew of other Emerald City all-star musicians as well. Let's have a listen...
LISTEN:
Dr. Dog - "The Breeze"
You're right. That song does rule.
To win your way into the Dr. Dog petting zoo—this Wednesday night at the Wonder Ballroom—just comment below on why you think you deserve the tickets. The top three comments—by today at 4pm—will win tickets and become the envy of all their less popular friends.
The final giveaway is coming tomorrow: Tickets to Mates of State and Black Kids!
1
Please please please! I would like them because I love Dr. Dog and I think, in a masochistic sort of way, that it would be tortureously fun in having to decide whether to take my girlfriend who has only heard them but never seen them, or my sister who loves them to death. More than likely the later, but please give me some psychic pain!
2
When I listen to Dr. Dog I feel like anything is possible. I could have arms like First Lady Michelle Obama, pull off wearing leg warmers, and dance in a field of marshmallow peeps with a troop of garden gnomes. So help me be a better person or at least think I could be for a couple hours on a Wednesday night and give me tickets to see the greatness that is Dr. Dog.
3
'Cause I tried to go see them last time they came through-- Doug Fir, I think, and it was sold out. Yes, I was willing to set foot in the hellish confines of pretentiousity to enjoy the sweet pop bliss that is Dr. Dog. So after parking, shuffling through the courtyard around the overpriced motel rooms-- I was turned away. Ensaddened, I located the nearest Liquor Depot and purchased the largest bottle of Wild Irish Rose I could find.
Setting up camp below I-205 wasn't difficult, as the spacious former-busway-turned-shopping-cart-graveyard would give me more than enough room to stumble around, blind drunk, caterwauling some unintelligible invective against hipsters, faux log cabins and the unfocused, maudlin state of what used to be described as "Indie Rock".
And then I decided: no amount of huffed gold spraypaint was gonna keep me out of that show. I clambered up the banks of the busway, cold and screaming like a thousand Hellen Kellers, hands and feet bloodied but with one single purpose. For the first time in hours, I felt the hard kiss of pavement touch the soles of my shoes. My mind hit a locked groove: DOCTORDOG DOCTORDOG DOCTORDOG as I galumphed up Assumed Burnside towards The Objective. The Purpose. THEDOCTORDOGGDOGDOCTORDOCTORDOCTOR!
My body fell crumpled on a sectioned TriMet bus bench. It was over. I had failed. I felt the blood course through my nose and watch a glimmering trickle meet the duct tape of a long-forgotten Greshamite's parade turf. Then darkness.
On the bright side, I'm featured on this month's cover of Portland Mugshots!
Setting up camp below I-205 wasn't difficult, as the spacious former-busway-turned-shopping-cart-graveyard would give me more than enough room to stumble around, blind drunk, caterwauling some unintelligible invective against hipsters, faux log cabins and the unfocused, maudlin state of what used to be described as "Indie Rock".
And then I decided: no amount of huffed gold spraypaint was gonna keep me out of that show. I clambered up the banks of the busway, cold and screaming like a thousand Hellen Kellers, hands and feet bloodied but with one single purpose. For the first time in hours, I felt the hard kiss of pavement touch the soles of my shoes. My mind hit a locked groove: DOCTORDOG DOCTORDOG DOCTORDOG as I galumphed up Assumed Burnside towards The Objective. The Purpose. THEDOCTORDOGGDOGDOCTORDOCTORDOCTOR!
My body fell crumpled on a sectioned TriMet bus bench. It was over. I had failed. I felt the blood course through my nose and watch a glimmering trickle meet the duct tape of a long-forgotten Greshamite's parade turf. Then darkness.
On the bright side, I'm featured on this month's cover of Portland Mugshots!
4
Because I've tried to see The Cave Singers multiple times but it never works out. Even the Mercury website is against me - I posted earlier and now my post is gone. Will I ever see The Cave Singers?
6
Because I've paid to see the Cave Singers many times, and been prepared to pay a couple times recently and it was sold out, been a fan of Cave Singers since seeing them at Capital Hill block party a couple years ago and try to catch them when ever I can.
On the other hand I can't stand Dr. Dog, I left the show last time I saw them, it all seemed so fake and trite - but of course people eat that shit up, so can I win half a ticket to see Cave Singers and give the other half to some Dog lover? I promise to leave after the first act.
On the other hand I can't stand Dr. Dog, I left the show last time I saw them, it all seemed so fake and trite - but of course people eat that shit up, so can I win half a ticket to see Cave Singers and give the other half to some Dog lover? I promise to leave after the first act.
7
I was an original member of Dr. Dog until their manager replaced me with a more-marketable, strange-named bloke and never gave me a reason. I want answers!
8
Becuase I already won tickets to the Thermals last week, and it'd bring you some small/fleeting amount of dictatorial joy in choosing the same person twice over other, more-deserving entries.
10
There are a thousand ways to drown a thousand mules.
For one: death by submersion in a thousand crickets' drool.
But wherefrom comes this drool of said crickets?
The answer lies in my being awarded said tickets.
For one: death by submersion in a thousand crickets' drool.
But wherefrom comes this drool of said crickets?
The answer lies in my being awarded said tickets.
11
1 dog Night
(haiku)
By: Matt
Moved here from Philly
Longing for a taste of home
No Cheesesteak just music
(haiku)
By: Matt
Moved here from Philly
Longing for a taste of home
No Cheesesteak just music
12
Knock, knock!
(Say, "Who's there?")
Peanut Butter.
(Say, "Peanut Butter who?")
Gimme the fucking tickets.
(Say, "Who's there?")
Peanut Butter.
(Say, "Peanut Butter who?")
Gimme the fucking tickets.
13
Aint nothin betta
than the comfort of a warm sweata
on a cool brisk aftanoon
while listening to the melody of a nesting loon
save the mesmerizing sounds of soul
that come from the guitars of rock and roll.
than the comfort of a warm sweata
on a cool brisk aftanoon
while listening to the melody of a nesting loon
save the mesmerizing sounds of soul
that come from the guitars of rock and roll.
14
i've never really heard of dr dog until recently and really need to see them for free to make up my mind.
15
I started listening to Dr. Dog right after I very nearly died. It was Easy Beat that I listened to on repeat all summer until I nearly died for the second time.
Needless to say Dr. Dog holds a special...and slightly weird place in my heart.
It all took place in a six month span in 2005 and at the end of that summer my Easy Beat disappeared. I haven't listened to them since. But man am I ready.
Needless to say Dr. Dog holds a special...and slightly weird place in my heart.
It all took place in a six month span in 2005 and at the end of that summer my Easy Beat disappeared. I haven't listened to them since. But man am I ready.
16
Go get a dog because There is no trick more tough to teach a man than to love a dog for all its flaws and superstitions.
17
I was in an really bad car accident over a year ago and haven't been able to see a show since. I have loved Dr. Dog and the Cave Singers forever and it would be a really nice treat after my long sojourn away from the music scene. xo
20
A) For me, Dr. Dog is THE theme music of the fleeting few and far between warm/sunny/blissful of early spring days in Portland.
B) If I'm lucky enough to win a pair of free tickets to the show, as a demonstration of my gratitude, I am fully prepared to re-christen Scout, my cat, as "Dr. Dog."
...and C) Ezra, you don't need to offer free tickets to shows to win our affections (not that it hurts)...just keep the quality reviews & recommendations coming this way...you are my lunch date on Thursday afternoons.
B) If I'm lucky enough to win a pair of free tickets to the show, as a demonstration of my gratitude, I am fully prepared to re-christen Scout, my cat, as "Dr. Dog."
...and C) Ezra, you don't need to offer free tickets to shows to win our affections (not that it hurts)...just keep the quality reviews & recommendations coming this way...you are my lunch date on Thursday afternoons.
22
The one time I saw Dr. Dog I was born again into the Holy Church of Rock 'n Roll. The crowd was swaying, singing and sweating. The club vanished and I found myself in a tent revival prostrating myself at the altar. I danced with snakes, spoke in tongues and couldn't stop laughing.
There is only one Holy Religion and I can only practice when Dr. Dog comes to town. Please help me be saved.
There is only one Holy Religion and I can only practice when Dr. Dog comes to town. Please help me be saved.
23
I'm in the play El Grito del Bronx at the Miracle Theater, playing Papo, the serial killer with AIDS. Andrew Stout seemed to really like my performance, but my performance has made me very depressed. Being in this play is like volunteering at the Holocaust Museum four days a week. So winning tickets to Dr. Dog would be a wonderful way to lift me temporarily out of the mire, before I have to do another two weekends of El Grito. Help me out. I need a break. Just ask Andrew Stout.
24
I simply cannot afford to go see my favorite band. And I've been so overwhelmed with the Blazers late season push that I haven't been able to put away any money out of pure carefree joy of spending my measly tips on a few cocktails toasting the first playoff game since our route of Dallas in which I lost my voice for 3 days. I was one of 5 people at their first Portland show, and have spent my hard earned money on EVERY ONE since(Berbati's Dantes, DF and instores at the now defunct Music Milennium).I miss my boys, I just can't afford it this time.
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