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...here,” he said, gesturing to the bar we’d just left. “It’s 80s night here. You want to hear real honky tonk shit. Go down the street, that way.” This was useful information. Matt had a song he wanted to hear...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...sometimes took him a while to break out of his UC zone this summer, but in between organizing the fall concert and working on electronic registration, Matt Glazer found time for himself. In Louisiana, he stripped to his boxers on a populated street on the side of the Mississippi River, screaming that he was being attacked by ants (which was true: they crawled over him with the purpose of an army). In New Orleans, he tried to beat a pool shark at his own game. And in Nashville, he let his Blackberry sit in his pocket while he focused...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...Matt and Andrew joined in the cheers, but when the singer got to the part about the Statue of Liberty shaking her fist, they her fist, they quieted down and took their seats. What is this? I asked. “It’s like that guy was saying in Memphis,” Andrew whispered. “Spoilin’ for a fight.” “Jingoistic crap,” Matt added later, in the car. “Do they even know what this war is about?” But neither...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...Instead, Matt turned his attention to a Toby Keith song that was not playing. Thirty minutes after he’d requested it, he had still not heard “As Good As I Once Was.” His high was deflating. Sipping a Budweiser, he stood up and stared at the front. The song ended and another one came on. It was not “As Good As I Once Was.” Matt shook his head and retreated to the bathroom, resigned. He did not expect to make any conversation when, from his right...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...said, and then he did it. “I ain’t as good as I once was… But there was a time, back in my prime, when I could re-ally lay it down...” Andrew and I looked desperately for Matt. Thankfully, he had run from the bathroom just in time, pumping his hands high in the air. So what if the singer had misinterpreted his long hair. That was it! His song! He pumped his hands in the air one more time and grinned...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

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