Tomorrow TODAY, August 9, at 11:00 a.m. CST Tom Coghill and his crew will build the WORLD’S LARGEST BACON LETTUCE AND TOMATO SANDWICH! Live at the Tomato Fest presented by Iron Barley in St. Louis. Don’t miss this historic event when 500 pounds of magical bacon, 50 gallons of savory mayonnaise, lots of toasted bread, crispy lettuce and bushels of red ripe tomatoes come together in the form of one of the most delicious sandwiches known to modern man, presented in the most gigantic form ever seen.

Watch it live here when it happens!

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This is something new for me and Lo-Fi Saint Louis, it’s an audio podcast. I have been wanting to do this for a while but never really got things together enough to try it until now. I’m not sure if this will be a regular thing or not. So if you like this and would like for me to do more please let me know in the comments.

This podcast is pretty much just an interview with a musician named Jason Hutto. If you don’t know who he his I hope you stick around and find out. The thumbnail version is that he’s one of the most talented guitarist and songwriter, you’ve probably never heard of. He’s played in at least a half a dozen bands in St. Louis in the last decade but is probably best known for his band the Phonocaptors which still has a loyal fan base even though the band officially broke up nearly 4 years ago. They recently played a one off reunion show at Deluxe in Maplewood Missouri to a packed house of old fans who sang along with every song.

Now one more thing that I need to tell you before we get into the interview is that Jason has given me permission to give away, that means free folks, the Phonocaptors entire last album as well as the 8 song Demo for Jason’s followup project called Walkie Talkie USA. So that’s 18 tracks of great music for you to enjoy courtesy of Jason Hutto. And he said please share this stuff with your friends. These are zip files to make them a little more modular to download, and in each zip is a text file that says exactly how you can share this music. (It basically boils down to share with your friends but don’t resell it and don’t use it for commercial purposes without permission).

We talk about this music and more in this first audio podcast from Lo-Fi Saint Louis. Enjoy.

Editiors note: This is a post by guest blogger, Doc (Scott) Lasser. Doc is the drummer for the band The 75’s and he and some friends traveled to Memphis last weekend to check out the Gories and Oblivians show at the HiTone. I asked him and Jason Potter of Left Arm (who also went) to blog about it for Lo-Fi Saint Louis. Honestly I wasn’t expecting something this long! but here it is! I almost feel like I should pay him for this. But I’m broke as a joke so I guess he’s shit out of luck.

I’m from Detroit, and have a great affinity for dirty, tired, old river towns. This probably explains why I took to St. Louis so easily, and why I like Memphis so much.

This weekend myself (avid garage rock fan and drummer for The 75s), Jeff “Kopper” Kopp (of KDHX’s “Wayback Machine” fame), Jason Potter (the drummer for local garage punk band Left Arm), Ryan Snowden (aka Ryan Katastrophe, a garagepunk.com podcaster from West county), and our friend Tom Quistorff (a local artist) drove down to Memphis to catch the reunion show for two much-beloved, and pretty much defunct garage bands: The Oblivians and The Gories.

A week before this show, I kind of looked at it as a typical rock n’ roll summer road trip: a bunch of hard core music fans giving up their weekend by driving 300 miles in ungodly heat, scarfing down crappy fast food at every stop, cooling down at the club with cheap beer, and eventually crashing in some dive hotel at 2:00 am. And while, yeah, it was all that, by the end of the trip I realized it was much more. It really was a pilgrimage to the place where the garage revival explosion of the 1990’s really started, to see maybe the two bands responsible for it all. Without The Gories there may have not been an Oblivians, and without The Oblivians, I doubt if the world would have ever heard of The White Stripes, The Hives, all the bands on Goner Records, and Hell, even Goner Records itself. I’d also throw Missouri’s own Cripplers into that group.

The trip began on Saturday afternoon, with Jason Potter serving as captain/Memphis tour guide. Jason was kind enough to drive the entire trip, a job which he genuinely seemed to enjoy. (To be fair, if The 75s has a kick ass band van like Jason/Left Arm does, we’d probably never stop touring.) It was, like, 150 degrees outside as we made our way through Missouri and Arkansas, but in Jason’s cavernous mini van that has an A/C unit that works better than the one in my house, everything was cool, literally.

Once you hit Arkansas, you are officially in “the South”. And there is kind of no mistaking it. The Stuckey’s start popping up like weeds, and the side of the highways are littered with the remains of front and back tires. We stopped off at a gas station in Blytheville, AR, which wikipedia tells me was once the residence of actor George Hamilton (!). It was at this little stop in Arkansas that we found a hat for sale that proclaimed any potential wearer as a member of “Jesus’ All-Star Team”. This of course made me wonder if Jesus wins their Home Run Hitting Derby every year…

A couple of hours later we hit Memphis, a town with a modest skyline, with a truly great landmark: a big glass pyramid. The Pyramid Arena was once home to the usually lowly NBA’s Memphis Grizzlies, who the city stole from the basketball hotbed of Vancouver, British Columbia. The team moved into a new arena, and the Pyramid now stands without a permanent tenant. If that had happened in St. Louis, someone would have turned in to a parking structure or a Walgreen’s.

Now, before I say this, I want to refer readers to the first paragraph of this blog. I’m from Detroit, and I love dirty, tired, old river towns. With that fresh in your minds, I want to throw this out there: Memphis could very well be the Detroit of the south. Memphis is dirty, gritty, and a little crazy. There is garbage everywhere, bars on the windows and doors of what seems to be every other house, and no one seems to mind that people are walking around with open beers everywhere. There are a lot of abandoned buildings and maybe even more businesses. As for the proverbial southern charm… I think Memphians are more likely to tell you to go fuck yourself than provide the lost tourist with concise directions to Graceland. In short, Memphis is just fucking REAL. It doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is: a dirty, tired, old river town with a bit of an attitude. And like Detroit and St. Louis, it has something that a lot of other big cities in America just don’t have. Memphis, ladies and gentlemen, has SOUL. Slow smoked, dry rubbed, fall-off-the-bone SOUL.

So it was against this backdrop that we rolled on into Memphis, and made our way to our hotel, The Artisan. What the Artisan lacked in finesse it made up for in flavor. It turns out that we would be sharing the hotel with a large convention of gay black men. What was that like? I’ll refer you to the picture that Jason Potter took of Ryan Katastrophe that’s included with this blog. Please direct your eyes to the background of that photo…

We dumped our bags at the hotel, and made our way to find what came to be the unofficial second reason for this trip: barbecue. I’m a huge fan of Memphis BBQ, especially the dry rubbed stuff. Our plan was to head out to Payne’s, an iconic BBQ joint in Memphis, but they closed just after we made it into town. So, we went with Plan B and ate at The Bar-B-Q Shop. I had a chopped pork sandwich served on Texas toast, with a side of beans and some sweet tea to wash it down. After a 4 hour drive in the heat, it was close to heaven. Normally, I have an issue with a lot of the mustard-based sauces that seem to be a staple of southern BBQ; the pungent nature of mustard seems to overpower the smokiness that I think is the hallmark of really great BBQ sauces. But the sauce at Bar-B-Q Shop (which they call “Dancing Pigs”) was really subtle for being mustard-based, and still retained the bit of sweet and smokey flavor that I love. The pork was tender and juicy, and the crunchiness of Texas toast was a nice touch. The beans were sweet with hunks of pork mixed in. All in all, it was a pretty good representation of what Memphis BBQ is all about.

After dinner, we made our way to the club, The Hi-Tone Cafe. To put the place into perspective for St. Louisans, it’s like Off Broadway minus the balcony but with the vibe of the old Hi-Pointe. Now, The Oblivians (who are from Memphis) and The Gories played a show the night before ours, and we did read a few reviews of it online. The one thing everyone mentioned was how steamy the club was. That turned out to be the understatement of the century, which I’ll get to in a second.

Before too long, The Gories took the stage. This was really the treat of the night for me. The Gories are from Detroit, my hometown, and pretty much inspired every garage band to come out of Motown after them. Their stuff is raw, primal, and heavily rooted in the blues. I never got to see The Gories: I moved to California way before they formed, and never caught them in San Francisco. So this was a big deal for me. Mick Collins’ voice was shot, but he played his Strat like a mad man. Dan Kroha picked up the slack on the vocals, and the band did an instro number or two. Overall, I think their set was representative of their 6-year career. On a few songs, Collins and Kroha would pull away from the mic and let the crowd sing a line or two. The one thing that I had forgotten about the band was Peggy O’Neill’s drumming. She never really used a snare drum with The Gories, if ever. In place of a snare, she used a second floor tom. The cool thing about that is… The Gories are a trio with 2 guitars. The 2nd floor tom makes up for the lack of a bass and really adds to the primal nature of their sound. All of which was enhanced by the fact that The Hi-Tone has a great sound system with an engineer that knows what the Hell he is doing. All in all, The Gories turned in a great set, and it everything I had hoped for. And now that I think about it… What’s up with Detroit and minimalist, female garage rock drummers!?!

At this point, I should mention the, um, “weather conditions” inside the Hi-Tone. Everything was okay before the place started to fill up. But after The Gories’ set, which got people to jump up and down and heat the place up, the Hi-Tone effectively turned into a beer-soaked sauna. Seriously. I bet the humidity in the room was close to 90%. There is an A/C unit above the bar, and ceiling fans sporadically placed around the joint, but it didn’t seem help much. It will go down as the dirtiest, nastiest, and sweatiest show I have ever been to.

And here is where the story turns a bit tragic. I planted myself under one of the ceiling fans in between the Gories’ and Oblivians’ sets. It was nice when the room cleared out a bit (there is a beer garden out back of the club, complete with an industrial-sized fan to cool the masses down). I managed to plant myself under one of the ceiling fans, and it did cool me down a little. But by the time The Oblivians took the stage, the Hi-Tone turned into a rice steamer again. I only managed to last 4 songs into their set. I was sweating faster than I could drink water to replace it, and my knees started to buckle a little. I fought my way through the crowd to the beer garden, and happily sat next to the giant fan. Ryan Katastrophe was there; he bailed out a song before I did. I wanted to go back in after I cooled down some, but Ryan, who had gone in to use the bathroom at one point, came back after only 6-7 minutes, dripping sweat. Once again, he only used the bathroom, which is in the very back of the club.

I had to console myself by thinking that I had least saw The Oblivians play four songs, which is four more than much of the world is going to see them play for a while. They were really great. Loud, bluesy, and soulful with a hometown crowd throwing beer on them, with love, of course. We all talked about this on the way back home, but so much of the stuff that we love as garage rock fans stems from The Oblivians, it’s hard to imagine what things would have been like without them. During their 5-year run, they were the best, and pretty much proved that they still are.

For the rest of the set, I sat outside and bullshitted with Ryan and some people who had driven 12 hours with 10 other people from Austin, TX in a van with only two seats and no A/C. Ryan and I waited for our friends, and when the show was over, we headed back to our hotel. The disaster area that the Hi-Tone had turned into was a little hard to describe. It looked like a gas station bathroom had exploded and they put out the fire with Pabst.

Finally, we made it back to The Artisan at around 3 am. We were all so beat that the throngs of black gay guys throwing down shots of peach schnapps and smoking weed on our floor didn’t bother us.

We woke up just in time for check out. We went to another southern staple, Waffle House, for breakfast. For added charm, we drove a mile or so into Mississippi to eat there. I had two buttermilk waffles and a side of diced, chunked, and covered hash browns. And a sweet tea. I mean, what ELSE are you going to drink in the south!?!

The one last thing we did in Memphis was visit Goner Records over on Young Avenue. Goner, in addition to being a label started by Eric Friedl of The Oblivians, is also a great independent, vinyl-centric record store. While we were waiting for Goner to open, Greg Cartwright of The Oblivians walked up, coffee in hand. After playing back-to-back shows inside of a Crock Pot, Cartwright looked every bit as haggard as you would expect. He commented that “next time I decide to put one of things together, it’s going to be in December…” Goner is a fun place to shop. They have a lot of old Sun and Stax 45s in stock, and a listening station with a turntable and headphones. I picked up a Gories CD and a Carbonas CD. Kopper, Jason, and Ryan bought a lot of vinyl. Ryan also bought a G.G. Allin bobblehead. Try finding one of those at Wal-Mart, kiddies!

And that was it. After we left Goner we hit the highway and headed home. I doubt that I’ll ever get the opportunity to see a show like that again, or ever take a trip like this one again. It’s kind of hard to roll up a convention of gay black men, great BBQ, a legendary garage rock show, and oppressive heat into one big travel package.

So far in the last two weeks I’ve spent part of two different weekends on Cherokee Street. Something really cool is happening down there. I think it’s been brewing under the surface for a while, but in the last couple of years it’s really bloomed. My pal (and sometime contributer to Lo-Fi) Steve Smith has been wanting to open another bar on Cherokee for a while, but the peculiar oddities of St. Louis Liquor politics have been blocking him for some time. Hopefully this will be resolved soon.

So here I provide you with photographic evidence of Cheorkee’s revival. Most of these photos are from the new little punk rock thrift and nick-nack shop Binge & Purge taken at their grand opening two weeks ago, and at Firecracker Press photographed this weekend during the Cherokee Street Open House event.

Oops! I seem to be having an issue with one of my photo gallery plugins, so … until I get this fixed go check out the Album on Flickr

Fixed!

I’m late posting this too, right about the time my new son was being born, I got word that I had been nominated for a Streamy Award, and award given out to recognize outstanding achievement for shows produced originally for broadband distribution. I was surprised and honored to even be nominated for my work here. I won’t be able to attend the Awards Gala held tomorrow night in Beverly Hill’s so I’ve asked my friend Bill Chott to attend in my place. The event will be streamed live tomorrow night here, so I guess I know what I’m gonna be watching tomorrow!

I just had my second child, Travis Everett this month. My wife’s preganancy was somewhat complicated so I really had to pick up the slack on the homefront. But believe it or not things have actually settled down quite a bit since the birth so I can get back to regular programming here. So look for new videos starting TOMORROW! and then every Friday for the foreseeable future. I’m really anxious to get back to work!

Also thanks to my guest bloggers Lori and Steve for trying to help out with content. I was hoping that Lori and I could collaborate more on some videos and things but she has been called away to Chicago because she was offered a job there and has to make a living. So best of luck to her! Steve will be back though, and I hope to get around to writing a proper introductory post up about him soon.

So that’s it, as always there are lots of ways to be notified of new stuff here, email, rss, Twitter, myspace and Facebook, so pick your flavor!

Hi, Lofi. I am Lori.

I’ll be writing here on the Lofi St. Louis blog here and there. Damn glad to meet you. I’m sure i’ll have a bio sometime soon, but there are more important and interesting fish to fry right now!

For example: There’s a crazy debate happening tonight.

In approx. 4 hours, St. Louis will finally remember some things… that it has neighborhoods, and that they should be friendly AND competitive, all this via a local watering hole’s weekly Arguments & Grievances debates. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been to a fair amount of Uptown/Downtown theme parties in my time, and if this is anything like those…it will be pretty much amazing.Only instead of expressing our love/disdain for the uppity/gritty part of town via pointy accessories and the occasional tennis sweater — it’s expressed in words! How eloquent and old school.

Uptown = the Central West End. It’s lovely. It’s a little uppity, and slightly pastel.

Downtown = The South Side. It’s lovely, too. There are more tattoos.

Thankfully, I’m not doing the arguing — but Mr. Brennan of Brennan’s and Mr. Smith of The Royale will be. It promises to be most rambunctious and most likely, slightly educational. I’m sure we’ll here some mentioning of music venues you’ve seen (the majority of which are located on the South Side…can you say leverage!?) here on LoFi STL.

Put up your dukes, it’s time for some friendly neighborhood competition.

I’ll be reporting back.

Oh the memories. I was looking for my old sketch pad, for I have been commissioned to make another drawing this year for Art Attack so I dug through some old things in a box underneath my bed. And look what I found. How timely.

You see I saved papers. I know it is corny, but I collect all sorts of paper, especially newspapers. I used to be a paperboy for many years. That was my first good money jobs that I started in the sixth grade. I sold the Post-Dispatch year round for about four years on various Saint Louis street corners selling the Sunday three star edition on Saturday night and also the five star final in front of the Catholic Church my family belonged to on Sunday morning. It was great work, and eventually worked up in the game and worked overnights in the distribution at convenience stores, supermarkets and newspaper stands.

So this particular find brings up all sorts of fond memories. It has been interesting looking at them. I remember this vividly at the time. I was just into my freshman year of high school. There are all sorts of things that could be observed about this market crash. I am not sure where to start, or if I even should comment.

After keeping these on my meeting table for a day just to sort of absorb news of this old paper. I glanced at the headlines and looked at the other headlines of the day. The other thing that popped up is that the US shelled an oil platform in the Persian Gulf. That seems odd. I didn’t remember that at all. I guess that stock market crash distracted me at that tender age. That story did remind me of when our country shot down a normal passenger Iranian airliner over the gulf. And then that reminded me of the Korean airliner that was shot down in Soviet airspace.

That was really effed up. But that is all history now. Sad history.

The woman agreed as she stepped back to her delivery minivan.

I picked up the paper and it indeed was light. It made me a little sad. I used to haul these papers and it felt good tossing around bundles. I would read every inch of the papers. I would read the full team baseball stats in the Sunday paper, the editorial page, Ann Landers and Mark Trail. I would read the whole thing.

So I looked at the Post. I am embarrassed to say, but I haven’t been reading the paper. I guess it stopped about three or so years ago but I still get a subscription and also a few other dailies. I have had a subscription to the paper ever since I moved out of my folks house at 18. My apartments used to be littered with the daily paper. I still read magazines, but I don’t read the paper. It makes me rather sad.

But the daily paper is not the same. It feels different. And it looks different. These are superficial, sure, but for certain things I am a sucker for regardless. I like Chevys and shined shoes. I like newspapers that look and feel like newspapers.

I think over the course of the week I will peruse the old Post and the new Post to see what actually makes them different. Hmmm.

I really do have some more videos in the works, in fact one about Mark Vickroid and his fabulously, lo-fi, handmade cigarbox guitars will be up before the end of the week. So just hold yer horses …

Anyway I’d like to welcome Steven Fitzpatrick Smith to Lo-Fi Saint Louis, as the first person to ever post anything here besides myself. I should have written the introductory post myself but he beat me too it. He has an obligation to MTV until the end of the election season so you won’t see a ton of postings from him until later in November.

And speaking of elections, our favorite Microbrewery, Schlafly has released some special brews in honor of our major party candidates. Actually this ties in with Steve too, because he serves these at his pub as well. They’ve released 4 beers (probably just labels actually) one for each candidate and his running mate (it should be obvious whose who) Baracktoberfest, Palin Ale, HefeBiden, and McCains Maverick APA Ale.

And they also have t-shirts for sale with these designs.

Anyway did I ever mention that Schlafly is my favorite microbrewery ever?

You can get the shirts here.

Also STLhops (great St. Louis based beer blog) has some photos of some of the related posters Schlafly had made as well [link].

My name is Steven Smith. Steven Fitzpatrick Smith is how I usually sign for the name is rather forgettable. I have a blog of my own, STLstreets.com for about four or so years now. I have also been blogging for MTV for the past year covering politics in the state of Missouri. I have done many other projects over the years from training fighters and staging boxing matches to writing to production various of video and film projects. I also own a tavern called the Royale located on the southside of Saint Louis. Becoming a tavernkeeper has changed my life dramatically for now I live above a public business in which hundreds of people tromp through every day. It is great really, but I do not have any privacy at all, but well, it could be far worse.  There is more to tell sure, but this site about the content, not my bio.

Bill Streeter, the man behind the mighty force of LofiSTL asked me to hook up on this project. I am honored to be associated with such a high quality content site, but I cannot promise to deliver anything of the same caliber. I plan on this site being my first and main outlet for my independent content. I will post up some interesting observations, stories, rough video and information all around.

I am still writing for MTV through the election, so my posting will be sparse at best. I plan on taking it easy on the writing and video editing for a few weeks afterwards, but then I will be going full throttle again on some new independent video and writing work around the holidays.

So for the time being I will post up some interesting links that I have found.

This is an amazing video of koyaanisqatsi of Pruitt Igoe. I hope at some point to do video that is at least a shadow of this scope. I am not sure I am quite skilled or artistic enough, but I will enjoy trying to do it.

Here is another video of Richard Trumka of the AFL-CIO speaking to Union members on race and the Presidential election.  I am not sure this is enough, for I have had a ton of experience with Union guys, but it is a powerful speech.

I’ve been kind of fascinated with the St. Louis Flyer Project on Flickr. Of course, looking at these old flyers doesn’t really bring back many memories for me since I wasn’t living in St. Louis at the time. But they are curious since they are clues as to what the Rock’n'Roll Scene was like here back in the ’80s. Most of the clubs and halls listed on these flyers don’t exist anymore, and one in particular caught my eye; Turner’s Nite Club. It was this flyer of their February 1986 calendar that piqued my interest, mainly because of the map that showed its location, namely on Salisbury near Hyde Park on city’s north side:

Here is another flyer for the place, probably from the same period:

Now to know why this is interesting to me one might need to understand that St. Louis has a long history of being pretty segregated–not unlike a lot of cities. Where different parts of town are known as the domain of different races. The north side in St. Louis is known as the “black” part of town. So knowing the racist attitudes of some white people in St. Louis, I found it curious that back in the ’80s there was a Rock’n'Roll venue frequented by mostly white kids on the north side. So recently I thought I’d go see if this place was still standing, and discovered (not surprisingly) ruble. Apparently Turner’s Hall suffered a fire in recent years and burned down–but not all the way. From what I hear it was a fairly large venue, and when I saw it I could tell that it was. It seems to have been a repurposed gymnasium building of some sort. Anyway I took these photos on my visit.

About a block away I met this guy who was selling his home made cookies on a nearby corner. He was very personable but too young to remember Turners. His name is Sim and I included a couple of photos of him here, his cookies are awesome, BTW.

If you have any memories of this place please post them in the comments. I really know little more than what I’ve related here.

The Helium Tapes [myspace page link] have finally released their first CD that they, as near as I can tell, have been working on since they formed. It’s not that they’ve been working on it for 3 years it’s just that several unexpected calamitous events prevented them from getting it out before now. And according to the band they are nearly ready to go in to the studio and record again, so maybe we’ll see something new from them in the next few months too. But for now their self-titled debut is ready to be purchased from multiple vendors–just search for it at your favorite online music emporium and it should be available. Better yet go see them this weekend and buy a copy from the band themselves [follow this link for show details].

Anyway as a bonus here is one of my favorite songs on the record, a bouncy reggae flavored number called early days, enjoy!

Helium Tapes – Early Days

You can preview and purchase mp3’s or buy the entire album from Amazon here:

Just some photos I took at a really fun event back in July. A BBQ sponsored by PBR at Off Broadway in honor of Big Muddy Records and Pokey LaFarge

You may have noticed that there are big changes afoot here at Lo-Fi Saint Louis and I figured that it was high time to let you in on some of the details of what to expect from this space in the coming months. I’ve redesigned the site in such a way that it can now funciton as a forum for a lot more than video content. Of course the video episodes of Lo-Fi Saint Louis will always be front and center, but I’ve been itching to expand into some other forms of content as well, like photography, audio and just good old text. So you’ll notice that this new layout will serve this purpose well. With all the video front and center and a nice cozy blog that will sit right beside it all. The main inspiration of this has been my recent foray into still photography, and my growing interest in how photographs can be a compelling way to tell a story. I know that photojournalism is a fairly old and well established profession, but my interest in it is new and I toyed with the idea of starting a separate photo blog, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would just make sense to expand lofistl.com. And then I thought, as long as I was at it, why not just start blogging in a more regular way too? So that’s what you will start to see in this space on a more frequent basis. So, that, in a nutshell (albeit a rambling nutshell) is what you should start to see here in the coming weeks.

I also have another thing to tell you about what I’m doing here. I’ve recruited a couple of other people from around town to also blog here from time to time. I don’t want to say exactly who these people are yet. But you’ll find out in good time. So at some point Lo-Fi Saint Louis will cease to be (pretty much) a one man operation.

So thats it. Thats the big news. I wanted to throw a big party again this fall to launch the fall season of videos here, but time just got away from me. But watch for some kind of bug shin-dig next spring to celebrate four years of this mess … such as it is.

Season 4 of regular episodes of Lo-Fi Saint Louis will start this week, and continue until the end of November, and regular photo, audio and text posts will commence shortly. So subscribe via email or rss if you haven’t yet to keep up with all this crap.

Thank you and good night,
Bill Streeter

I’m getting ready to roll out a new version of Lo-Fi Saint Louis. It will be new, big, bad-ass, and cool and um did I say new? So things might turn up missing and seem kinda sloppy from time to time while I work on it. Anyway here is a photo of some demolition to enjoy while I work on the back end of this thing. Sorry for the inconvenience. The new site should be up and rolling in about a week or so.

LO-FI SAINT LOUIS RESET PARTY
Saturday March 8 at the Mad Art Gallery
2727 S. 12th St. STL, MO
Doors at 8pm
RSVP here (upcoming) or here (myspace) or here (facebook).
Featuring live performances from The Helium Tapes and The 75s
Plus video and more!
$6 at the Door, Cash Bar

Hey I just wanted to let you know what is going on with LO-FI SAINT LOUIS. You might have noticed I have only posted once video since Christmas. Well there is a reason for that … I’m taking a break. I’m not quitting. I just need a break to recharge and rethink what I’m doing here. Lo-Fi Saint Louis will relaunch on March 3rd and we’re gonna have a big kick off party on March 1 March 8 at Mad Art Gallery (details to come).

I really want to take this time to make Lo-Fi Saint Louis the best it can be. To advance the production values and make it even more fun to watch. From now on Lo-Fi will appear 2 times a year in 10 week seasons. A spring season and a fall season. Each season will be 10 weeks and consist of 20 episodes. In the mean time I will be working on some other projects so stay tuned to see what those are.

Of course the best way to be notified when there is new content available on LOFISTL or when and where our big relaunch party will be on March 1 March 8 at Mad Art Gallery, is to subscribe to the RSS Feed here or subscribe to updates via email. And of course there is the Circuit. Any way you do it you will be the first to know when LOFISTL is back.

Again the important links are:

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Thanks for watching. And I’m more excited about LO-FI SAINT LOUIS than ever now, because I already have some great stuff lined up for the spring season.

Bill Streeter