http://www.losanjealous.com/2007/03/15/sxsw-2007-saul-williams-elysium/ Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:05:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= http://www.losanjealous.com/2007/03/15/sxsw-2007-saul-williams-elysium/comment-page-1/#comment-233572 Bumbershoot 2008 Early Lineup Revealed; Tickets On Sale Now Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:30:47 +0000 http://www.losanjealous.com/2007/03/15/sxsw-2007-saul-williams-elysium/#comment-233572 [...] Neko Case, Ingrid Michaelson, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Jakob Dylan, !!!, Lee “Scratch” Perry, Saul Williams, Joe Bonamassa, M. Ward, The Walkmen, Asylum St. Spankers, Dan Deacon, MIDIval PunditZ, Blitzen [...] [...] Neko Case, Ingrid Michaelson, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Jakob Dylan, !!!, Lee “Scratch” Perry, Saul Williams, Joe Bonamassa, M. Ward, The Walkmen, Asylum St. Spankers, Dan Deacon, MIDIval PunditZ, Blitzen [...]

]]> http://www.losanjealous.com/2007/03/15/sxsw-2007-saul-williams-elysium/comment-page-1/#comment-115951 Shadow of Stalin: Two Nights at Disney Hall Wed, 30 May 2007 08:03:20 +0000 http://www.losanjealous.com/2007/03/15/sxsw-2007-saul-williams-elysium/#comment-115951 [...] Saul Williams took a while to deliver, and I waited patiently for him to finally make an entrance and fill the massive hall with his luscious voice. When he did finally step onto the stage, his hair was coiffed in what can only be described as a more ethnic version of the flock of seagulls haircut, and he was holding a bright little book to assist in his spoken word poetry. His mouth erupted with tales of our nation’s puberty and our war hungry ways and the difference we can’t possibly be ready to make without facing the necessary truths of war mongering. His presence was short, but sweet in the way of introspective power. [...] [...] Saul Williams took a while to deliver, and I waited patiently for him to finally make an entrance and fill the massive hall with his luscious voice. When he did finally step onto the stage, his hair was coiffed in what can only be described as a more ethnic version of the flock of seagulls haircut, and he was holding a bright little book to assist in his spoken word poetry. His mouth erupted with tales of our nation’s puberty and our war hungry ways and the difference we can’t possibly be ready to make without facing the necessary truths of war mongering. His presence was short, but sweet in the way of introspective power. [...]

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