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“I’ve always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific” ~ H * P * P * S ~

  By admin | September 21, 2011 - 4:07 pm | Kentucky Nightclub
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“I’ve always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific” ~ H * P * P * S ~
Kentucky Nightclub

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~Lily Tomlin ~

Dreaming of Orchids while at Home Depot in the Garden section… LOLLLLLLLL

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Lily Tomlin
Wikipedia ~

Mary Jean "Lily" Tomlin (born September 1, 1939) is an American actress, comedian, writer and producer. She has won multiple awards from many quarters, including Tony Awards, Emmy Awards, and a Grammy Award and has also been nominated for an Academy Award.
Tomlin was born in Detroit, Michigan, and raised in the Brewster-Douglass Housing Projects, the daughter of Lillie Mae (née Ford), a housewife and nurse’s aide, and Guy Tomlin, a factory worker.[1] Tomlin’s parents were Southern Baptists who moved to Detroit from Paducah, Kentucky during the Great Depression. She is a 1957 graduate of Cass Technical High School. Tomlin attended Wayne State University, where her interest in the theater and performing arts began. After college, Tomlin began doing stand-up comedy in nightclubs in Detroit and later in New York City. Her first television appearance was on The Merv Griffin Show in 1965.

Watch her famous Ernestine video:
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9e3dTOJi0o

Adam Neal Gives The Moloch

  By admin | September 21, 2011 - 4:05 pm | Kentucky Nightclub
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Adam Neal Gives The Moloch
Kentucky Nightclub

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Blade of the Ripper
Lisa’s Oak Street Cafe
Louisville, Kentucky
2006

Midnight on a sweltering Southern summer evening. A performance space only about twice the size of my living room, packed with over 100 chain-smoking Louisville scenesters and ventilated with a single ceiling fan. Adam Neal howls into the mic like a wounded demon. The guitarists are playing through Marshall stacks at stun volume — a purely symbolic display of overwhelming force, since no one’s more than 30 feet from the amps and at half the wattage and volume they’d still be blowing our eardrums to smithereens. Every chord makes my jeans vibrate against my legs. At one point Neal strides up to me and screams directly into my face. No earplugs. It’s glorious. I don’t know how I survived.