Quest for metal ends at Royal Grove
By John Payne
Senior Reporter
A six-piece rock ensemble known
as Johnny Quest has been making
waves at the Royal Grove, 340 West
Comhusker Highway.
The band has been one of the larg
est draws at the Grove for the past few
months, according to bassist John
Lcmar.
The reason for their success, Lemar
says, is a “danceability” that other
Royal Grove cover bands may lack.
What they like, and what big crowds
have been coming to hear, is a mostly
metal selection from groups like
Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin - made
lively enough for folks to dance to.
The formula seems to be working,
Johnny Quest has also earned club
dates in Omaha, Kearney and across
Iowa.
Lemar, a University of Nebraska
Lincoln student, became Johnny
Quest’s bassist after answering an ad
in the Daily Nebraskan. Other band
members are Tommy Lance and Rob
Higgins on guitar, Shane Hall on drums,
Nathan Rogers on keyboards and Tim
Horn on vocals.
Johnny Quest had been shuffling
different members for six months
before solidifying the current lineup
last September. Lemar said that after
1 1/2 years, the band is starting to
experience success.
“We all hold full-time jobs, so its
tough for us to balance everything.
Eventually, we just hope to be able to
support ourselves with the music, but
right now its something we’re doing
mostly for fun.”
Lemar said that he hopes college
students who ordinarily stay clear of
the Royal Grove will come to check
out his band Sept. 17 through 22.
“The Grove has kind of a bad
reputation in Lincoln,” he said. “But
the truth is they’ve really cleaned it
up. Bands now get into trouble for
some of the things they used to do!’
Courtesy of Johnny Quest
Johnny Quest
Hanna
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with almonds?”
1 graciously declined and got to
my feet. I put my backpack on a shelf
conveniently provided for me at the
front of the store and headed around
the other side of the cash registers so
as to avoid the crazed Hershey Kisses
woman.
But there was no escape.
“Would you like a coupon book
and a sampling of new Hershey Kisses
with almonds?”
There was another Kisses woman
strategically placed at this end of the
store too.
“Um, no... thank you,” I said.
“Oh, I think you do. Here, take
them or you ’ll make me very angry,”
she said with an evil grin.
I decided it was wisest not to defy
her and took the free book and candy.
Over the crowd, I could hear the
manager on the bullhorn again.
‘ ‘Please enjoy the free Kisses being
handed out as you enter the store. The
money you save with this free stuff
will help put a dent in your textbook
bill, and may I remind you that we do
NOT set the book prices. The heart
less, hell-serving publishers do.”
I finally made it upstairs to select
my books. The first one I came across
was listed at an obscene $43.95 new,
or S41.25 used. I found this a bit high
for a 23-page paperback, but I knew it
was pointless to complain.
I decided to save a few bucks by
buying used, but of course there were
no used books available.
“But thanks for letting me know
how much 1 could have saved if you
actually had used ones in,” I mumbled
to myself.
I bit back my anger, found all the
books 1 needed and ambled down
stairs to stand in a cash register line.
Three-and-a-half hours Later, as my
books were being sacked up for me, 1
began plotting my escape past the
Kisses and the Fon cards.
Just then, from behind my head,
came a jarring blast from a mega
phone.
“DID YOU KNOW THAT THE
PRICES YOU JUST PAID FOR
THOSE BOOKS WERE NOT SET
BY YOUR FRIENDS AT THE
BOOKSTORE?”
It was the manager.
“I’ve gathered that,” I said. “Now,
If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get out
of here.”
I started for the door. From either
side of the line of cash registers, the
Kisses women came a-running.
“BEFORE YOU GO ” they said
in unison. “WOULDN’T YOU LIKE
SOME ALMOND KISSES AND A
COUPON BOOK?”
They were quickly upon me and I
was sunounded by the manager and
the Kiss-mongers. I struggled through
to the doors, trying to escape.
“REALLY, IT’S THEPUBLISH
ERS WHO SET THESE HIGH
PRICES!”
“REALLY, THESE KISSES ARE
VERY TASTY. THERE’S AN
ALMOND IN THE MIDDLE!”
“REALLY, JUST LEAVE ME
ALONE!” I screamed.
I stumbled out of the doors and
made a dash for freedom.
“YOU, DON’T YOU WANT A
FON CARD? YOU’RE NOTHING
WITHOUT A FON CARD. YOUR
FRIENDS WILL MOCK YOU AND
TREAT YOU AS AN OUTSIDER IF
YOU DON’T BUY A HANDY FON
CARD!”
My escape route was cut off by the
Fon peddler. I was trapped. Four foamy
mouthed behemoths were now clos
ing in, pleading their case. If I didn’t
act quickly, 1 would be drowned in
the ocean of words and spittle flow
ing from each of their gaping mouths.
In a flash, I grabbed a pack of
Kisses and a coupon book from each
of the advancing women. Then I
whipped out a pen and filled out a Fon
card application. Finally, not know
ing how to appease the bookstore
manager, I pulled the megaphone from
his hand and whacked him on the
head. He fell to the ground, uncon
scious, and I leapt over his crumpled
body to freedom.
So now I avoid both campus book
stores and expect to be in a big bind
when buying books next semester. I
may fail all of my classes without
books during my final semester, but
I’ll be spared the agony of bookstore
shopping.
I’d say it’s worth it.
Hanna is a senior theater major and a
Daily Nebraskan Arts and Entertainment
stair humorist.
Mojo
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recorded around a campfire.
Whatever he chooses to sing about,
and however he chooses to sing it,
Mojo Nixon makes good music — not
just for the patrons of the all-night
bowling alleys and truck stops, but
for everyone who enjoys their music
with a humorous twist.
Real man Nixon creates album
with wide range of musical styles.
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