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The Last time I saw The Jesus Lizard Play was in July at the Pitchfork festival in Chicago. The show was, of course, rad. (The festival overall was very hit and miss) My experience was, however, slightly marred by the unexpected and spontaneous unhinging of my bra. My shirt stayed on, but somehow in all the pushing and shoving this undergarment became unclasped, and all the precious items I had stored in it (besides my breasts) such as my ID, cash and tickets for the next two days (flaw in pitchfork, they have paper tickets even if you go all three days and there is no in/out) were freed and subjected to the foot stompings of other rock music enthusiasts. Fortunately, all were retrieved post-show, although I had to sift through quite a bit of unsavory detritus. My faith that I would find them was never shaken, as over the years of being a fan (I think the first time I saw them play was at The Eagles Ballroom in Milwaukee in 1992) many things have been lost, but always just until the concert was over. I recall especially vividly the time my shoe went missing, I got on stage, took off the remaining shoe, pointed at it, pointed at my empty foot, made a questioning face, and dove back in. A valiant gentleman witnessed this, found my shoe, held on to it for the duration, and found me afterwards. Yes, there is a special magic at each TJL I've attended. My other fondest memory was the time I arm wrestled David Yow and won. This was also in Milwaukee, but at the more intimate bar stage at the Rave. Although I do currently seriously compete in armsports, at the time I think my winning had less to do with my strength then the fact that he was completely wasted.