SHORE GONE WILD!
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they plan on leveling all properties on The Bury oceanfront up to Webb street, including the Stone Pony.  Demolition of certain 'derelict properties' has been ongoing for a month now, and the plan calls for a special "Entertainment Zone" which would re-locate the mothership rock club to the old Casino building on the boardwalk.  
     While people grumble and panic at the concept of a Rock and Roll ghetto, no one is agonizing more than new Stone Pony owner Dom Santana whom was said to be sticking tape over his mouth at the city council hearing on the proposal, just to keep himself from screaming the place down. While the club's already a money pit, Santana now faces a legal battle that may strain his deep pockets just to stay where he is; Its funny but Asbury recently anticipated moving forward from a ten year period of being mired in legal logjams over the stillborn redevelopment plan under developer Carabetta.
     What happens next is anyone's guess, we know the music will go on somewhere, but moving the PONY? They might as well pound a stake in its heart and call it Planet Ponywood, and serve drinks with plastic guitar swizzle sticks and 'super-fat' sandwiches slabbed with toothpick profiles of The Boss and The Big Man.  Ha. But really, who the phuck would hang out THERE? Happy Thanksgiving!!
   Dance, Borialis, Move over for the BUDDHA TRIBE!  That's right, much more than just another hiphop funkrock act scratching the surface of the mix, the New Brunswick based Buddha Tribe takes the Urban Sound a whole step farther with their savvy mesh of Rap, Funk, Metal with an alternative edge
   Like their recently major labeled white hiphop Shore brethren Borealis, the Buddha Tribe displays an oh-so-cool mastery of this hard-edged rhyming genre, but with more of a crunch-rock edge; (continued on page 14)

Splendors in the Grass
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 is really one man, an angry Dave Van Ronk type of songster who belts chords out of his acoustic guitar at extremely high volume, with a piercing scream to match. But his angry tone was just a front or a parcel of style, for

Joie's Dead Blonde
 Girlfriend (cute, eh?)

he was able to get truly meaningful in some of his songs, like "Stuck in the Middle of Nowhere," a song about rape ("I'll Get You My Way").  His sort-of homage to fame and success, "Rock Star Drunkard," was another highlight. Two love songs, "Follow Me Home" and "Because of You," were perfect closers to a riveting set.
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