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"That was the shittiest band I've EVER heard!" I was smoking a cigarette out in front of the Rev Room and I heard an unsatisfied hipster redneck remark on how terrible the band was. It brought a smile to my face. Much like all the swarming Ernie Biggs fashionistas buzzing around the River Market, oblivious to the fact that some of the better bands in Little Rock were baring their souls just inches away, some people just don't get it. I've noticed many people at the Rev Room typically show up for most of these events to be "cool" and "indie" and usually wind up an hour later, unimpressed, and seeking comfort in the American-Idol reject, Top 40 ass-hat at the bar across the street. Which is fine. Good riddance. Which is why I am glad that in the past year I've stumbled upon Little Rock's out of proportion music scene. Kris Allen even said it didn't exist. Which must make it all the more valuable to the people that created it back in the Towncraft days.

Going back to some of Little Rock's roots, the show last night was an announcement to Little Rock that the Localist publication is back. I wasn't here when it was around, but can already foresee the bi-monthly publications piling up around my room. Anything that is 80% words 15% photos and 5% advertisement is a breath of fresh air in our community. I don't have anything against The Arkansas Times or Sync, they are not marketed to me, nor the liberal leaning post college crowd of 7th and Thayer. With that said, the Localist will probably be a very boring and dry read to the people that only pick up a magazine to frantically look for their face amongst all the feel-good cocktail party photos of the lame-Os around town, skipping past all the full page furniture ads and the token self help patio and garden tips.  

Welcome back to Localist and I'm excited that the arts and music scene once again has it's mouthpiece.

-T

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