Review by Fred Rudofsky
Photos by Joseph Deuel
Deliver me from this world in which cell phones are no longer just for conversation, they are now the point of conversation. Deliver me from this world in which a trickle-down stream of euphemisms, intended to reform educational instruction and solve our state and federal fiscal problems, gets gobbled up like popcorn shrimp. Deliver me from this world in which the falcon cannot hear the falconer, as Yeats put it so well.
Fortunately, there was sanctuary to be found from the wanton madness, inanity and brutishness of the world: Caffe Lena. I arrived, covered in wet snow, looking over my shoulder and seeking shelter from the Ides of March. The other-worldly music of the Chandler Travis Three-O and the Jack Grace Band would not let me down.
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