Mark Duston is the tour manager for Death Cab for
Cutie. Mark has had many interesting jobs, including:
sex column fact-checker for Dan Savage.
Cutie. Mark has had many interesting jobs, including:
sex column fact-checker for Dan Savage.
Best Album: And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead - World's Apart
Best Rock Club in the USA: 9:30 Club in DC tied with First Ave in
Minneapolis
Best Sandwich: Baguette Box, Capitol Hill, Seattle
Best thing to watch when you have nothing to do: Season 2 Arrested
Development
Best way to ruin your life while having a great time: Tour with a rock
and roll band
Best Rock Club in the USA: 9:30 Club in DC tied with First Ave in
Minneapolis
Best Sandwich: Baguette Box, Capitol Hill, Seattle
Best thing to watch when you have nothing to do: Season 2 Arrested
Development
Best way to ruin your life while having a great time: Tour with a rock
and roll band
Matt Hanson played guitar in the 80s pop/punk band Surreal
Estate and the rock 'n blues band Stone Soup. He currently is a
music producer and a lecturer at Eastern Michigan University
where he teaches audio production, radio, and studio
engineering in the area of Electronic Media and Film.
Estate and the rock 'n blues band Stone Soup. He currently is a
music producer and a lecturer at Eastern Michigan University
where he teaches audio production, radio, and studio
engineering in the area of Electronic Media and Film.
Top studio album - Another Day On Earth by Brian Eno.
Top live album - Kicking Television - Live in Chicago by Wilco
Top Movie - Good Night and Good Luck - Directed by George
Clooney.
Top communities to pray for resurrection - New Orleans and
the Gulf Coast
Top live show of 2005 - Bauhaus at Royal Oak Music Theater.
Top live album - Kicking Television - Live in Chicago by Wilco
Top Movie - Good Night and Good Luck - Directed by George
Clooney.
Top communities to pray for resurrection - New Orleans and
the Gulf Coast
Top live show of 2005 - Bauhaus at Royal Oak Music Theater.
Julia McClurg published the legendary 90s zine
Diagnosis and opened for Patti Smith at Red Rocks
in her band The Hectics. Julia now makes a living
painting dogs. See her art here.
Diagnosis and opened for Patti Smith at Red Rocks
in her band The Hectics. Julia now makes a living
painting dogs. See her art here.
1. Favorite record: (Not just saying this) Detroit Trauma by Rock n
Roll Monkey and the Robots
2. Happy Place: Cherry Creek Dog Park (Colorado)
3. Favorite place to grab a drink: Cruise Room in the historic
Oxford Hotel (Denver, CO)
4. Favorite book: Anything by David Sedaris (although I really like
Madonnas kids book Lotsa de Casha).
5. Favorite new band: Iggy and the Stooges.
Roll Monkey and the Robots
2. Happy Place: Cherry Creek Dog Park (Colorado)
3. Favorite place to grab a drink: Cruise Room in the historic
Oxford Hotel (Denver, CO)
4. Favorite book: Anything by David Sedaris (although I really like
Madonnas kids book Lotsa de Casha).
5. Favorite new band: Iggy and the Stooges.
Forest Juziuk is a musician and helpful record store
employee. Buy a record from him at Wazoo in Ann Arbor;
read about his music here.
employee. Buy a record from him at Wazoo in Ann Arbor;
read about his music here.
1.) Spank Rock - Voila: A total mindbender of a mixtape. Not
quite hip-hop or anything else for that matter: just insane. This
CD made me, my roommate, and my girlfriend question listening
to "normal" CDs ever again.
2.) Skinnydipping in an apartment complex pool after dark,
drinking lukewarm Miller High Life from the can during the heat
of summer: Assuming skinnydipping is illegal, myself and some
friends doubled the danger and started sneaking into a pool in
a nearby apartment complex after hours. Half the time some
other lawbreakers would show up and invariably have booze.
One of the best sensations was cracking open a free can of the
"champagne of beers" and sipping it while doing the backstroke.
And I'm not even a beer person.
3.) The Ugly Mug (Ypsilanti, MI): I'm not a coffee person
either. At least, I wasn't. Well, now I drink coffee, but only Ugly
Mug coffee. It's fucking good. Real fucking good. Their
espresso machine cannot be messed with (stainless steel,
baby--the whole thing) and the roaster fumes can be smelled
from a mile away. The ambiance is great too.
4.) The Turkish Brunch at Cafe Zola (Ann Arbor, MI): I'm
neither rich nor a snob, but this ultra chichi breakfast platter was
meant for rich NY types or Europeans (who aren't chichi--just
beautiful). Basically, it's an $11 meal consisting of olives, bread,
cheese, grape leaves, cucumber, tomatoes, and an egg. You
also get a danish and half-pot of tea (your choice and they have
over fifteen options). It's so chichi, it's incredible. In fact, it's
making me chichi: For dinner the other night, I had nothing but
wine, bread, and bree and then I took a candlelit bath--a far cry
from drinking Miller in the pool this past summer.
5.) Some night in January '05: Along with my girlfriend, who
relectantly took me back after I dumped her during a particularly
nasty post-divorce freak-out (my divorce, that is), I got really
drunk at Bab's in Ann Arbor with some friends while smoking
clove after clove cigarette, went to someone's house and
smoked pot out of a tree branch, walked with my girl through
heavy snow back to the car halfway across town and made out,
drove to my house and had crazy sex, slept for an hour, then
got up and started my 11-hour workday. It was FUCKED UP.
The next morning, I awoke from the haze to hawk a brown
loogie, two-inches in diameter, into the toilet. For the next two
months, I was constantly sick--near-death, even. Somehow, that
night was the best of the year.
quite hip-hop or anything else for that matter: just insane. This
CD made me, my roommate, and my girlfriend question listening
to "normal" CDs ever again.
2.) Skinnydipping in an apartment complex pool after dark,
drinking lukewarm Miller High Life from the can during the heat
of summer: Assuming skinnydipping is illegal, myself and some
friends doubled the danger and started sneaking into a pool in
a nearby apartment complex after hours. Half the time some
other lawbreakers would show up and invariably have booze.
One of the best sensations was cracking open a free can of the
"champagne of beers" and sipping it while doing the backstroke.
And I'm not even a beer person.
3.) The Ugly Mug (Ypsilanti, MI): I'm not a coffee person
either. At least, I wasn't. Well, now I drink coffee, but only Ugly
Mug coffee. It's fucking good. Real fucking good. Their
espresso machine cannot be messed with (stainless steel,
baby--the whole thing) and the roaster fumes can be smelled
from a mile away. The ambiance is great too.
4.) The Turkish Brunch at Cafe Zola (Ann Arbor, MI): I'm
neither rich nor a snob, but this ultra chichi breakfast platter was
meant for rich NY types or Europeans (who aren't chichi--just
beautiful). Basically, it's an $11 meal consisting of olives, bread,
cheese, grape leaves, cucumber, tomatoes, and an egg. You
also get a danish and half-pot of tea (your choice and they have
over fifteen options). It's so chichi, it's incredible. In fact, it's
making me chichi: For dinner the other night, I had nothing but
wine, bread, and bree and then I took a candlelit bath--a far cry
from drinking Miller in the pool this past summer.
5.) Some night in January '05: Along with my girlfriend, who
relectantly took me back after I dumped her during a particularly
nasty post-divorce freak-out (my divorce, that is), I got really
drunk at Bab's in Ann Arbor with some friends while smoking
clove after clove cigarette, went to someone's house and
smoked pot out of a tree branch, walked with my girl through
heavy snow back to the car halfway across town and made out,
drove to my house and had crazy sex, slept for an hour, then
got up and started my 11-hour workday. It was FUCKED UP.
The next morning, I awoke from the haze to hawk a brown
loogie, two-inches in diameter, into the toilet. For the next two
months, I was constantly sick--near-death, even. Somehow, that
night was the best of the year.
1. Namako: Raw sea slug. Very hard with no flavour. A textural
experience if ever there was one.
2. Suzume: Imagine a sparrow with a skewer shoved up it's
ringer and cremated. It's difficult biting the head knowing there's
a tiny sparrow brain in there that is probably greater than mine.
Tastes like chicken with thousands of needles in it. The beak is
kinda tough. Real men eat sparrows (if they are stupid).
3. Horumoun: A cow's small intestine chopped up, scrubbed
clean, and cooked. Again no flavour. Kinda chewy.
4. Shirauo in soup: Hmmm... Live fish soup. This is revolting.
Apparantly some folk enjoy the sensation of the tiny live fish
wriggling own their throats. I feel guilty so I bash the fish to death
with my chopsticks before eating them. Again no flavour!
5. Kujira Sashimi: Raw whale. This was particularly nasty. They
serve it ice cold, and as it defrosts, the blood starts to run. My
tactic was to just turn off my brain, take one piece, shove in my
gob, chew and swallow as fast as possible. That would have
been too easy. Two pieces were joined together by a very
stringy unbreakable piece of cartilage, meaning the more I
chewed, the more my mouth became full of whales blood. Nasty.
experience if ever there was one.
2. Suzume: Imagine a sparrow with a skewer shoved up it's
ringer and cremated. It's difficult biting the head knowing there's
a tiny sparrow brain in there that is probably greater than mine.
Tastes like chicken with thousands of needles in it. The beak is
kinda tough. Real men eat sparrows (if they are stupid).
3. Horumoun: A cow's small intestine chopped up, scrubbed
clean, and cooked. Again no flavour. Kinda chewy.
4. Shirauo in soup: Hmmm... Live fish soup. This is revolting.
Apparantly some folk enjoy the sensation of the tiny live fish
wriggling own their throats. I feel guilty so I bash the fish to death
with my chopsticks before eating them. Again no flavour!
5. Kujira Sashimi: Raw whale. This was particularly nasty. They
serve it ice cold, and as it defrosts, the blood starts to run. My
tactic was to just turn off my brain, take one piece, shove in my
gob, chew and swallow as fast as possible. That would have
been too easy. Two pieces were joined together by a very
stringy unbreakable piece of cartilage, meaning the more I
chewed, the more my mouth became full of whales blood. Nasty.
