So why else does Devo at the racetrack make so much sense? Well, where's another place "of ill repute", besides gambling establishments, where the joy of a kind of modified people-watching is a primary appeal? No, not the strip club, but just as creepy. What about the rock clubs, the Troubadours, Viper Rooms, Whiskey-A-Go-Gos, where even if the band sucks (and Devo most certainly does not suck), you could easily entertain yourself for an evening by making up elaborate backstories for the bearded 70-year old biker, the dreadlocked white girl with facial tats, the guy with 35 piercings on his lower lip. Why doesn't it makes sense to import these awesome weirdos into the racetrack?
.jpg "How Comms Guru & Founder Of The PR Net Lisa Smith Put Her Stylish Stamp On The Industry")
.jpg "Who Are The Assoulines? Meet The Chic First Family Of Luxury Publishing")
