Enough politics. Velociworld was where I got away from that filth. I prefer my filth of the anecdotal and sexual varieties. I saw English Beat at Lakewood Amphitheater a few years back. Worst sound system ever. I think they packed their amps in their overhead baggage. Dave Wakeling but no Rankin' Roger. He was touring England as The Beat. But it was my first opportunity to let my daughter catch a contact high from the dirty hippies on the grassy knoll behind us. That's bonding.

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