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The Hard Lessons were integral in getting me excited about local music...
I started going out the same time they started playing out...
For me, they were that thing, that force, that energy, that made me want to keep returning to the front rows of dank, cluttered, cavernous venues... to keep returning to the Lager House as a 21-year-and-13-day-old wide-eyed music listener, shuffling through smoke clouds and over Pabst-soaked carpet spots...
That's nothing profound. It's almost like a coming-of-age cliche... the Lager's been there...and bands have been here for years and years and we all have those same types of loud, distinctively-rock-n-roll-tinged, epiphanies...
But mine... (along with, yes, the Witches)...were these energetic kids...that I apparently went to college with...
But mine... (along with, yes, the Witches)...were these energetic kids...that I apparently went to college with...
And it happened eight years ago...as of yesterday... back to when I was a sophomore at Michigan State University, serendipitously attending a campus Battle of the Bands at the International Center... Read your HL history lesson here. I'm sure everyone has a fateful band... but, I have to imagine that they were that band for many more than just me...
And... for my own nostalgic trip... here's what was likely my 'first favorite' track from their debut LP, Gasoline (download here)... 
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