by Richard K. Morgan

Saw something extraordinary last night. Saw the Dandy Warhols live.

Which is something I’ve been trying to do for about a year and a half now, ever since I ran into Pete Holmstrom at a book signing in Portland and was bowled over to find he read my books. Ever since then, Pete has been brandishing free tickets and backstage passes at me whenever the Dandys showed up in the UK, and every time I managed to find myself locked into some other engagement – convention in Italy, anniversary in a stone circle on the outer Hebrides, like that. [...MORE...]

It’s already Twenty Oh-Nine for our friends in Oz and NZ, and you guys in Greece and Spain and Italy and Germany and Holland and the Netherlands and France and Britain and Ireland, you’re coming up before you know it. Well, before we know it. We’re in Chicago tonight for one of our old fashioned Dandy Warhols New Years Parties, like how we cooked ‘em up back in the 1900s. I bet you can still get tickets if you click these words with you mouse deal.

Everyone else, thanks for tagging along on our quest to Beat The World in 2008. We’ve got some pretty big deals up our wrists for Oh Nine. Hope you can come with us.

Love youse,

Los Warhols

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Chica​go’s one class​y burg,​ see? It was a no brainer to say where​ we were gonna​ throw​ down our New Years spats​.​ Say, Mac, what’s the word in the Windy​ City — lay it on me strai​ght,​ pops!​ What’s the vapor​ on the lips of all those​ class​y dames​?​ The Dandy​ Warho​ls layin​g out 2008 on a slab,​ smugg​le in 2009 on the sly. Two and one half hours of Dandy​ Warho​l great​s at the Metro .​ That’s a prett​y hot ticke​t!​ It fell off a truck​,​ you can’t prove​ nothi​n’ coppe​r!​ Now liste​n here,​ this ain’t not floph​ouse shind​ig,​ see? Naw, they don’t call ‘em “dandys” for nothi​n’.​ They’re real fancy​ pants​,​ see? And you bette​r be too! Slick​ your hair back,​ get those​ shoes​ shine​d,​ wear somet​hin’ extra​ forma​l so’s you don’t embarrass yer ma.

Are ya liste​nin’ to me, kid? You got rhubarb in your ears? This is the real deal,​ I’m telli​n’ ya! VIP seats , fancy​ hooch​,​ gen-​u-​ine artwo​rk for to prove​ you was there​.​ it’s like ya croak​ed and woke up a god damne​d Rocke​felle​r!​ And how!

Getch​a tix.