Art-tastic

We’d be remiss if we didn’t mention that July is Artown here in the 775. “WTF is Artown,” you ask? Well, Artown is a month-long orgy of sights and sounds and tastes and smells. We bring in musicians, painters, sculptors, dancers, singers and more. There’s stuff to do all over the area and a lot of it is free. Now THAT’S our kind of price range.




But the funny thing about hosting Artown is how open the local crackers are to all these freaky peoples. We’ve got tie-dyed hippies, brown-skinded brothers and sisters and all other sorts of artsy types. Normally, those folks are the ones that get run out of town on a rail. Not in July. Nope. In July, we welcome ‘em all with open arms. Come August though, they’d all better be headin’ back to Cali or wherever the hell they come from…they don’t tolerate fur-ners much ‘round here.


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If It's Too Loud...You're Not Deaf Yet!

Another weekend, another festival here in the 775. This time it's Street Vibrations.


Every year the hogs, their riders and the men and women who love them descend on us like Mormon Crickets on a corn stalk...and every year the blue-plated blue hairs bitch and moan and complain about the noise.


Look, Street Vibrations brings a lot of money (and visitors) to the 775. If you don't like the noise, may we suggest you go visit the grandkids this weekend.


If you're staying, loosen up and have fun. After all, that's why we live here in the 775!


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Art...Art For Art's Sake

Art is like ice cream but sometimes chocolate, vanilla and strawberry just won’t do.



That’s why here in the 775 we’ve do ourselves a month-long cacophony of sights, sounds, smells and tastes known as Artown.



Think of it as an onion-skin, rutabaga, tripe, coffee and haggis sorbet. Made by Timothy Leary , served by Picasso in a genuine Jimi Hendrix bowl.



It’s synaesthesiac’s worst nightmare and there’s something for everyone.


July is hot in the 775!!!


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