Volume 3, Issue 11
May 14 - June 6, 2001

HAVE DINNER WITH BOBBY AND STEPHANIE

Our Blue Note CD giveaway was such a success, we decided to extend the survey, but we challenged ourselves to award the coolest prize we could think of. Here it is: from now until June 14, anyone who sends in a complete survey is entered into a drawing. The winners (there will be two) of that drawing will join Tattooed Food Critic Bobby Black and Siren Chat writer Stephanie Glenn for a restaurant review at a fine establishment to be named later.

Entering is the easiest thing in the world. All you have to do is send email with the following information: 1) name, age, address; 2) three things you like about Go-Go;3) three things you don't like about Go-Go; 4) where you usually pick up your copy of Go-Go. Winners will be notified via email June 15, then mentioned in both Tattooed Food Critic and Siren Chat in our July 5 issue. In case of scheduling conflicts (Bobby and Stephanie are busy people, so they get to dictate the time and date of the dinner), alternates will be selected and named by June 20, so don't give up until then.

Now, since I get a dozen slobbering emails a week from people wanting to meet Stephanie, I should emphatically point out that Bobby is a formidable chaperone, so don't get any ideas. Unless you're 6-foot-6 and dress like Bill Gates, in which case Stephanie probably won't be able to keep her hands off you. Nerds rule!

SAVE WESTWORD

Our corporately-owned colleagues on Broadway are in grave danger, friends! If we don't act quickly, Westword may disappear forever! Let me explain. A few months ago when we put out our first wave of street boxes (another wave is due out in June), we placed one in front of Westword's offices, reasoning the fine employees at that formidable magazine would be grateful for the convenient access to our lowly rag. After a while, someone noticed the box had gone missing. We called Westword to see if they saw any wrong-doing, and the circulation manager, said he didn't know there ever was a Go-Go box in front of the entrance, but that one was located a few blocks down. This was odd, since Sean Weaver (our publisher) and I personally placed that box, and had a city permit to be at that location, and had put no other boxes with a two mile radius of the building. Shrugging, we moved the wayward box back.

The next day, the box disappeared altogether. Now, we know Westword's not tampering with it; since they have thousands of street boxes around the city themselves, we're sure they're aware of the legal repercussions of messing with insured private property that's registered with the City and County of Denver. No, there's a much simpler explanation: a strong gravitational anomaly caused by space aliens.

Yes, last December we reported on the Elohim [ www.gogomagazine.com/0227] and its holy messiah Raël, who is extremely grateful for our efforts to spread his message among the earthlings. We figure Raël has created a small black hole near the Westword office to punish them for not similarly publicizing our Creators. The hole began small, just nudging our box a few block to impress Westword with the power of the Elohim, but is growing exponentially, sucking up objects into space. Today, it was a GoGo box. Tomorrow, it could be Patty Calhoun's car. If nothing is done soon, Westword could disappear from Colorado forever! And that would be a shame.

I've placed a call to Raël to call off his superiors. In the meantime, we are devising a special alienproof street box to sit in front of the Westword doors and protect it from further supernatural vandalism ... sucker's gonna be heavy. This will take time, however, so we suggest that for the next few weeks, you avoid going anywhere near Westword's offices or, just to be safe, any of their street boxes ... who knows where Raël's wrath will land next?

CYCLOPS VS. TODD

Poor Kity. Our unflappable fashion maven was flustered by her recent assignment to discover, on the street level, what Denverites define as 'style'. To my complete delight, it turns out smartass sarcasm is all the rage among fashionistas this summer. Since Go-Go is ultimately a magazine by, for, and of the smart ass, I couldn't be happier. However, Kity takes her job very seriously, and emailed me in much distress, claiming she would gouge her eye out if she ever had an interview go like this again:

GoGo: What influences your personal style?

Todd Colletti (an owner at Denver's Buffalo Exchange): Some girl named Amy.

GoGo: Okay, well what is really "in" style right now.

TC: Anything that goes over the counter at Buffalo Exchange.

GoGo: What is really out of style right now?

TC: Anything in GoGo Magazine.

GoGo: That's not going to get past the editor.

TC: C'mon it's punk rock-- this is supposed to be a cutting edge magazine. Poke some fun at yourself. Just put that in.

GoGo: Where do you shop?

TC: Where do you shop?

GoGo: This article is not about me, it's about Buffalo Exchange and why people should come to your store, Todd. You have to give me something or I'll have nothing to quote you on.

TC: None of this is at all relevant to style ... okay, okay-- Home Depot. (laughs) Jerry's Liquors (laughs). Oh, and put in Mixed Drinks.

GoGo: Do you have a personal quote that you live by?

TC: Negative advertising is better than none at all.

GoGo: ... jabbing ... out ... eye ... have ...... to ........... go....

Did Kity finish the assignment without doing permanent damage to her depth perception? You'll have to go to page 19 to find out.

FAREWELL KATE

Kate Williamson, a versatile freelance writer who has been with us since near the beginning, has recently been accepted into the family of the San Francisco Bay Guardian, a tremendous paper. While we're sad to see her go (and it ended up taking two writers to replace her), we're very proud to see her continue the fight against New Times (who owns the vastly inferior SF Weekly) in an even larger market. Kate has covered everything from fetish parties to interior decorating for these pages, and once even locked herself in a cage while a fiery angel sculpture bashed repeatedly at her face ... that's going above and beyond the call of duty. We wish her the best.

--Chris J. Magyar