Concert: 20 Minute Loop, "Mercury Vapor"
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Named after the duration of the tape loop that a cockpit's black box records before a plane crash, 20 Minute Loop is unafraid to make their references to obscure films, scientific constructs and sexy minutiae. "Mercury Vapor," originally known as "Kill Men Unit," is one such example. Here is 20 Minute Loop's artist profile on Pandora.
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Comments
Kelly!!!...redonne nous tes coordonnées...problême informatique...je les ai perdues
On voulait te souhaiter un bon anniversaire début décembre...pas possible!!!
Je viens de voir la vidéo...on s'arrondit!!! super!
On t'embrasse.
Catherine et Amélie
Posted by: Catherine Gleyze at December 19, 2008 03:30 PM
SVP, C'est pour Kelly...c'est personnel.
Kelly!!!...redonne nous tes coordonnées...problême informatique...je les ai perdues
On voulait te souhaiter un bon anniversaire début décembre...pas possible!!!
Je viens de voir la vidéo...on s'arrondit!!! super!
On t'embrasse.
Catherine et Amélie
Posted by: Catherine Gleyze at December 19, 2008 03:32 PM
Appreciate your efforts and musical talent very much.
I'm 54. lol I dont feel it NOR LOOK it! Everyone says...NO WAY! You look like your about 40 or 42. Hey, I am a hairstylist...I keep myself well, wear cool up to date clothes and my salon is awesome...so I am cool!
I have a 19 yr old son who probably lovesssss your music as well. He travels all over the country almost every weekend to see one band or another. The New Deal is the only name I recall. Maybe you as well!
Keep on going for it...you all are young and only live once.
God Bless you all!
Marcy Wood
Buffalo, NY
Posted by: Marcy Wood at March 31, 2009 10:01 AM
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