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Who's The Real Flickerstick?

So just how popular can a band get after being on a VH1 TV series? Apparently it doesn't hurt, as Flickerstick proved on Saturday at Tremont Music Hall when a near-capacity crowd packed the club. It took about 20 minutes just to get in, and thank God I had opted not to be too fashion conscious and had kept the winter coat in tow. Inside, though, the temperature was milder and more appropriate for the tanks and such most of the female fans wore. Just when I thought I had spotted one of the dudes from the band, a closer look made it clear that I was mistaken. Then I spotted another guy who. . .hey, wait there's another one, and another one. . .wait a minute, all the guys look like one of the guys in the band. Not only can a TV show help a band pack 'em in at the clubs, damn near everybody shows up looking like you, too! After waiting for what seemed like forever, and an intro that included a psychedelic light show and a soundbite from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the real Flickerstick finally took the stage. Let's just say that drugstores were probably inundated on Sunday with guys buying hair dye - apparently, being the stars of a TV show can also afford a band hair-stylists as most of them sported new 'dos with colored locks. -- Lynn Farris

Bowled Over: The initial turnout at the Penguin's Super Bowl Tailgate Party was as sparse as a dyed-in-the-wool Rams fan three years ago. True, it may have had something to do with avoiding shots of President Dubya and the threat of watching Mariah Carey sing the national anthem, but this is the Super Bowl we're talking about -- America's unofficial holiday. For the occasion, The Bird grilled up spareribs, wings and 'cue, and, in true football tradition, served $1.50 Bud and Bud Light in stadium bottles. Stadium bottles were so named because they're made of plastic, and in theory would help prevent a Woodstock-like riot if fans started launching them as projectiles. I call them Alcoholic bottles, especially when they're sold in stores -- if you're too drunk to hold onto your bottle without breaking it, you just may be drinking a bit too much, to my thinking. The crowd finally grew larger as the game wore on, with the restaurant cranking up the sound as U2 performed their halftime show, backed by a gargantuan backdrop scrolled with names of the victims of September 11. The normally image-conscious Penguin regulars, tattooed and pierced to the nines, nonetheless not only endured the Irish rockers' performance, but many got teary-eyed and (gasp!) even tapped their feet. By mid third quarter, everyone there had become Patriots fans, and every first down was greeted with a rebel yell (and shots of Rebel Yell). It was a good day to be a Patriot. -- Tim Davis

Tennessee Trio: The streets of NoDa were slam-packed for Gallery Crawl Friday night. Duane Jarvis, Phil Lee, and Nancy Apple, touring as Tennessee Triple Threat, brought their live show to the Evening Muse as part of the night's action. Jarvis, an East Nashville native with many friends in the Queen City, seemed laid back despite spending the previous night at lawyer/musician David Childers' house. He jokingly referred to himself in conversation as Lava after spying a lamp on the Muse bar, and chatted just as amiably from the stage. Apple wore a Tennessee Triple Threat t-shirt the trio tried to peddle from the stage, to no apparent buyers - probably because of the Hornets-like teal and purple color scheme. Phil Lee, the Napoleonic ex-truck driver, had for some reason been firing me e-mails complaining that the Muse's advertising didn't include mention of his new album. He sidled up at the show and kept at it. Later I found out Lee had bragged of (albeit probably kiddingly) "setting the sumbitch straight for telling lies about me." After explaining to him that I can't control a venue's advertising, he then proceeded, unasked, to sign a poster for me, with the inscription "Tim -- This is the new album -- Phil Lee." He then presented me with a copy of the new album, and told me to keep it hush-hush. No problem there, as I hid it behind the bar. Too bad I couldn't climb in under the bar along with the CD when Phil started playing a supposedly hilarious new song about beating his wife and kids. -- Tim Davis

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