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Village Voice
Looking back on his first term.
By Roy Edroso
SF Weekly
A studio apartment in San Francisco now costs $1,700 per month. Hence the madness.
By Ashley Harrell
The Pitch
How a woman in a leopard-print mini-skirt brought down the Kansas attorney general.
By Justin Kendall
Westword
What to do when your friends become rock 'n' roll stars? Go along for the ride.
By Adam Cayton-Holland
Taste of Minnesota: The Zombies
Published on July 02, 2008
"Who the hell are the Zombies?" you wonder. "I mean, have I ever heard even one Zombies song?" Time for a brief education: In the 1960s, the Zombies were one of many post-Beatlemania groups attempting to ride the coattails of the so-called British Invasion alongside hopefuls whose impact was at least good for a handful of singles (Herman's Hermits) and others who only collectors remember now (Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Titch). Guided by Colin Blumstone's interior-monologue expressions of melancholy and Rod Argent's depressive melodics, they scored a pair of singles that continue to dominate classic-rock radio to this day: "Tell Her No" and "She's Not There," both from 1965. (Vinyl-bin hound Quentin Tarantino cherry-picked the latter for the soundtrack to 2004's Kill Bill 2.) But 1968's dynamite "Time of the Season" is the Zombies' immortal trump card, a rare display of macho swagger—"What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me?"—from an outfit that spent much of its time agonizing over its chick trouble or lack thereof. With Eddie Money. All ages.
Sun., July 6, 7 p.m., 2008