Gypsy Tea Room is to come up with New Name By the End of The Month
The gypsy tea room announced last night that it will be coming up with a new name for its double rock venue establishment which houses the tearoom and ballroom. This from such a place that has headlined in its day some of the greatest bands touring the US and also that come from its own backyard in Dallas, TX. The announcement came after a showing of two of the most bitchenist and downright badass bands ever to join forces; Coheead and Cambria and the Dredg. At this point you may be asking yourself, why change the name after such a great concert? Well for those who were not present, or by chance have been able to block out the hours between roughly 8 and 9 last night, here is a reminder. A band by the name of Blood Brothers played to a full capacity house of screaming emo, punk, and hard rock fans and managed to actually back people away from the stage and at the same time spawning a spurn of hate that churned through the crowd like four ultimate burritos with a little side of yard work. So why the change of name? We spoke with arepresentative by the name of Garth who told us that officials were worried with the association of the word Gypsy in the name of the establishment. The term Gypsy originally meaning a person belonging to a group of people whose ancestors lived in India and began to migrate westward through the Middle East about A.D. 1000 is now more loosely put: worthless scum who drag the earth feeding off of the bile of others. "We can't have just anybody walking in off the street anymore. People were upset, confused, and felt no hope for makind after that display of noise," exclaimed Garth. Garth also clearly stated that owners did not want a repeat of what is now being known as the Night that God died and let the Blood Brothers live. Look for a change of name soon and we would also like to turn you towards a website in the making. Check it out soon at www.deathbyyarddarts.com along with other things that one would enjoy seeing die at the rusty spiky metal point of a yard dart.
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Q: Where was I the day JFK was assasinated?
A: Not born yet.
Q: Where was I when man first walked on the moon?
A: Again, not born yet.
Q: Where was I the last time Pink Floyd played Dallas?
A: I don't know, but wherever it was, Pink Floyd wasn't there. Damn.
Q: Where was I the "Night that God died and let the Blood Brothers live"?
A: Unfortunately, I was there and along with killing God, the Blood Brothers stole my soul and any reason I had left to live. Seeing and listening to the Blood Brothers is like biting into a pickle and finding that a syringe filled with "the aids" was planted there by a pre-pubescent screaming gnome with acne. Or something like that. Anyway, it was bad. If it weren't for the anticipation of seeing C&C I would have ended it right there myself. And it is a good thing I didn't, cus C&C rocked it hard core.
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