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There have been very few moments in my life where I genuinely felt cool. Looking at my date book this week and seeing that The Guts will be playing a Rock N Roll Sock Hop Reunion Show, I was reminded of one of those times.

I was working on a story about the teen radio programming at WSCA and decided to take a trip down to the station to talk with some of the kids. The day I went, a group of pre-pubescent skater punks were milling in the lobby while a slightly older looking group of Goth girls were spinning Saves the Day. At a station break, I asked the kids what they listen to. While the girls were into bands like the Cure and the Smiths (some things never change, right?) the boys immediately answered, The Guts.

When I told the boys that I was friends with those guys (“friends” meaning, shared about 1,000 PBRs with them at the Tiki Bar), they seemed very impressed, well, as impressed as pre-pubescent skater punks can be.

That was about a year ago, before the kids knew The Guts were officially on hiatus. Thankfully for those who love basic, down and dirty pop-punk, The Guts are back and will be playing a show next Tuesday at the Muddy River. There is no cover listed on their myspace page, or time of show, but I’m willing to guess it will be $5 and start at 9 p.m.

Nate, Ben, Geoff and Rick have an amazing crew of friends who know how to party like, well, you know. I know it’s cliché to drop this line, but if there’s one weeknight show to attend this year ... let’s just say I expect this show to be the dirty, rockin’, drunken party for the ages, so make sure you’re looking good.