Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton Photos

!{border:1px solid black;}http://www.boboroshi.com/assets/2007/1/21/emily_930_jan07.jpg (Emily Haines at the 9:30 Club in Washington DC 10 Jan 2007)!

Emily Haines, the lead singer of Metric, came through town with her band “The Soft Skeleton” on January 10th and played at the 930 Club. The show was sponsored in part by NPR’s All Songs Considered and you can listen to the archive of it on the NPR site.

Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton photo set from the 9:30 Club

  1. Sandip says:

    Growing up in Southern Ohio we were accustomed to traevl by automobile due to our bi-annual trips to Michigan to visit Mom’s family. I dreaded nothing more than the thought of another 10 hours in the family car as we made our journey North. So you may be able to understand my anguish when it was announced that we were traevling to Colorado to visit Uncle Bernie and Aunt Georgia. The journey I was informed would require not one but three days traevl. Upon arriving in CO I found the trip not only worth while but extremely rewarding. Made so by the people we were visiting. When it was announced a couple of years later that we would be moving and leaving my childhood friends and the only life I had known for the 12 short years of it my only solace was knowing that where we were going Uncle Bernie was going to be there.Obviously it affected my siblings in a similar manner as the stories they have chosen to tell are based on our time in Green Mountains Falls. It seems to be a common theme to speak of the rare occasions anyone had the opportunity to best Bernie. So with that in mind I will relate the one occasion I can recall for an “I told you so” story.The cabin we were living in behind the Terrace Motel was owned by the Haines family and as such they were responsible for repairs/maintenance to the septic system that decided in act up. Now you must keep in mind that this is in the Colorado Rockies, in January, at an altitude of some 7800 ft. ( don’t be too impressed I had to google it to get the altitude.) My father informed Bernie that he felt attempting to dig down to the clean out would be an exercise in futility. Undaunted, Bernie, with the assistance of my dad’s brother Richard (who just happened to be visiting) built and vigantly maintained a roaring bonfire for several hours over the spot to thaw and of course render it soft enough to be dug up easily. After an appropriate amount of time the fire was cleared away and my Uncle Richard took a huge swing with the pick axe only to have it bounce back at him in a shower of metal to rock sparks. After a few minutes of this kind of effort they had managed to scratch out a hole about the size of a cereal bowl. I will never forget the look on Bernie’s face as he looked at my father standing at the window, coffee in hand, and grinning from ear to ear.Thanks for everything BernieYour loving nephew, Denny

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