viva la taqueria, thinking about it at least

Mpls, MN, 1/21/12

Scene Report: Prep Hoops, Apple Valley vs. Lakeville North

You may be asking yourself, "What's with all the Apple Valley lately?"  Well, for a suburb, it's not terribly far from where I live on the South Side of Mpls.  I mean, it's a drive, but it you want to see the good metro teams that are not in the city (like DeLaSalle and Washburn for example) you gotta travel.  And it's closer than say, Hopkins.  But the main reason is a particular sophomore star on the rise.  You may have heard of him: first name Tyus, last name Jones.  (Go ahead, plug that one into your Twitter.) 

Not anywhere near sold out like it was last week when they met cross town rivals and fellow state-ranked team, Eastview, but still, quite a few more folks than when I had been there earlier in the season for a game vs. St. Louis Park.  The AV Eagles were ranked third going into tonight's game, and Lakeville North was fourth.  So, you get it, right?  Big fuckin' game here.  And it lived up to the hype.  It's no secret they put HGH in the water down in Lakeville, as evidenced by the fact that the Panthers only have two guys under six feet on their team.  Two of them--Tyler Flack and Brett Rasmussen--are freaking monsters.  Someone might want to administer post-game piss tests on these two, know what I'm sayin'.  And it was basically the tale of the tape that won out here.  Not for lack of trying, the Eagles were clearly out-muscled tonight.  One could make the argument that the refs let a lot of shit go (Jones could have easily doubled his twenty-two points at the line, had they been calling it tighter), but then again, they were letting it go both ways.  Ultimately the Panthers took control of things late in the game for a convincing win.  (If you want the specifics of the game, you can get that info from much more credible sources.) 

Watching Tyus is like reading poetry if poetry was a basketball player and instead of reading it you got to watch it.  (Not that I know anything about reading poetry. I just really didn't want to use a cliche like "poetry in motion.")  So, ah, I guess you could say it's like poetry in motion.  He just barely lost his composure near the end.  Perhaps it was a combination of fatigue due to being overpowered physically and the culmination of several missed shots, especially at the rim.  Another player on the Eagles that's fun to watch is Dustin Fronk.  He's a scrappy slasher--who has an amazing handle on the ball, despite an unorthodox approach--and a relentless work ethic.  Not to mention, he puts the ball in the hoop. Lakeville North is fun too.  A little less flashy, but entertaining nonetheless.  I look forward to seeing more of both these teams as the season rolls on. 

Now for the important shit; concessions.  Three bucks gets you a hot dog, chips and a can of pop.  I went for it of course.  Ketchup, mustard, regular Sun Chips, and a Diet Pepsi.  You know the diet sodas makes the tube steak and chips ok, right?  I managed to escape without eating at some sort of large chain restaurant this time too.

Scene Report: In-Store Breakfast Show, Treehouse Records

Earlier in the day (before I went to see the Muppets at The Riverview Theater and before we went out to the 'burbs for a hs hoops game) LG and I got up early for coffee, donuts, and live tuneage at the second on installment of Treehouse Records breakfast in-stores. The band was ex-Vampire Hands peeps, Heavy Deeds.  Not bad.  It was like this: older-ish crowd, chill music, super sugary cake-style donuts (from Cafetto, I believe), and a nice brew (also from Cafetto, I think), in which I put--for the first time in a looong time--soy milk.  I miss my soy milk like a mu'fucka.  Donuts too.  Anywhosers, it was, as they say, rad.  I grabbed the latest Maximum RockNRoll and an old used Any Last Words 7".  I don't remember what LG got, but it may have been Cheap Trick vinyl or something.  We talked at length, as is our wont, about a variety of things--music, movies, Tim Tebow (I like him, or rather the idea of him.  LG doesn't), how terrible Packers fans are (not as people, but as shittalking fans) and whether or not I snuck copies of our zines onto the shelves.  (I did, btw.)

Treehouse Records, Mpls, MN, 1/21/12

it cums once again. yep, for real.

Well, to those that thought--or perhaps, hoped--this was a one-time deal, you were wrong. These fools aren't about to let some pre-mature ejaculation (AKA-fireworks and a showdown with the local PD) stop them. Believe it or not, this thing is going down (pun intended) again. Details to follow. In the meantime interested parties can and should contact andersdinero@yahoo.com.

Scene Report: Prep Hoops, Minnetonka vs. Rochester John Marshall

photo: Scoreboard.MN

We hit the road to Minnetonka for a game earlier this evening.  Had the baskeball jones, I guess.  Plus it's something to do, ya know.  The concessions at Minnetonka HS are set up really weird.  You pick up your stuff at the counter, then walk over to this table to pay for it.  So on a busy day, like at the Breakdown Tip-Off Classic say, or if they are playing another state-ranked team like Hopkins, you could probably just walk off without paying.  Minnetonka school district is doing just fine if they lose a couple bucks on a soda here and there, believe me.  I mean they have a local pizza chain and Caribou Coffee up in that joint.  Another weird thing is the soda--whether in a can or a bottle--is the same price.  Seems kind of goofy, amirite?  I got peanut M&Ms and the GF got a Snickers.  We both got Diet Coke(1) of the bottled variety.  The game was only close for like, five minutes before the 'Tonka Skippers completely took over.  Most of the time we spent studying the players sock-n-shoe choices.  Ninety nine point nine percent of the time the socks and shoe brands match.  If a player is wearing Nike sneaks, they are wearing Nike socks.  Same with Addidas, Jordans, and surprisingly even Under Armor.(2)  The one percenter in question was a dude on the Skippers, who wore the Addidas Derek Rose model(3) with, gasp, Nike socks.  What a rebel!(4)  Another Skippy had black and yellow shoes, which stood out in contrast to their school colors, royal blue and white.  Rochester John Marshall was not without their very own Sid Vicious of the normies though.  This particular kid was wearing some very colorful Nikes.  At first we thought they might be all breast-cancer-awareness-pink but upon further inspection, they were most definitely peach.  I didn't catch any of the names of the previously mentioned dudes, but I do remember 'Tonka's big man, Latrell Love because of his horrendous free throw set-up.  He spends too much time rocking back and forth while spinning the ball way out to the side in his non-shooting hand (pictured.)  Then he throws up a brick.  Not sure what his free throw percentage is, but my guess is it's a near-Shaq level atrocity.(5) Someone on the coaching staff needs to spend some time with him after practice.  He could make vast improvements at the line by keeping the ball in front of him the whole time with one or two dribbles at most, before bringing it straight up with a higher-arching shot.  But don't take my word for it; I know more about stealing concessions that I do basketball.

1-shout-outs to longtime HDD commentor "diet coke."
2-I don't know about you but I'm just not ready to accept Under Armor as a viable sneaker option.
3-Which are, as the Beastie's would say, noice. 
4-I'm no stranger to brand mixing on the court.  I wear Addidas shorts, Nike shoes, and Puma socks.  Puma socks, yo.  Take my word for it.
5-But other than that, he's god mad, mad game though.

Out Now: If You Stink At Getting Ladies, Call Me-#5

If You Stink At Getting Ladies, Call Me-issue#5
Some movie reviews, a couple--literally, as in two--record reviews, a short interview, and a whole bunch of original Dadaist/Fluxist/Stuckist art steez (AKA-total bullshit.)

Photocopy fest 2012!

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Send your snail addy to bnb@hotdogdayz.com and we will mail ya one. Then when you get it, you'll be like, "Oh, that's why it's free."

on the stere-ere-o

Oh, what's that, you're looking for music recommendations, old and new, and wondering what we--known taste makers and know-it-alls--have on rotation here at HDD HQ?  Well thanks for asking.  Here is list of some of  CDs/records/tapes/downloads/etc. currently rocking the office stereo:

Against Empire-Thieves and Leeches
Anthrax-Spreading the Disease
A$AP Rocky-LiveLoveA$AP
Baltic Cousins-For the Hell of Us
Black Milk & Danny Brown-Black & Brown
Brute Heart-Lonely Hunter
Butthole Surfers-Psychic..Powerless..Another Man's Sack
Cryptopsy-None So Vile
Dead Milkmen-Eat Your Paisley
I Self Devine-LA State of Mind
Quelle Chris-Shotgun & Sleek Rifle
Raekwon-Unexpected Victory
Run DMC-King of Rock
Sonic Youth-Evol
Soul Asylum-Clam Dip and Other Delights
Thurston Moore-Demolished Thoughts
Vallenfrye-A Fragile King

As well, you can always click the "music" tag/label thingy to see our past posts on tuneage.

face in the crowd

St.Pl, MN, 12/15/12

desecration row

Mpls, MN, Dec-'12

makin' movies

Bemidji, MN, 12/27/12

discount double choke

Fuck the Packers for life.

LOL...ALOL...RAOTFLMFAO...ARAOTFLMFAOOL

arnold

Mpls, MN, Dec-'12

Scene Report: Prep Hoops, Apple Valley vs. Eastview

pic: MN Basketball Hub

We arrive at Apple Valley High School ten minutes before tip-off only to find out the game is sold out.  Minnesota is a basketball state, no question.  Fuck hockey.  That will show us for thinking we can walk right into the 'burbs and do whatever the hell we want.  We tried the old HDD press pass trick but to no avail. Fire codes and shit.  On the flip side, we ate at a restaurant that we never have before, and subsequently probably never will again.  It's a burger chain called Round Robin.  Maybe you've heard of it.  But oh boy is it ever mediocre.  And everything you touch has this weird greasy film layer to it.  I went to pick up the ketchup bottle and it was like trying to hang on to a jelly dong when you have too much lube on your hands.  Not that I would know anything about that, but you know, I bet that's what this greasy ketchup bottle was akin too.  Got home in time to catch the tail end of the game on this really amazing thing called the Internet.

malt-o-meal

Northfield, MN, 12/16/12

FLORA

Mpls, MN, Dec-'12

Putting the Sex in Sex World

Mpls, MN, Dec-'11

unframeable

Bemidji-MN x Newport Beach-CA x Mpls-MN, Sum-'11

Scene Report: Drinking Forties By Myself

I don't know about you but I always like to have at least one--preferably two--forties of ice cold M-bizzy in the frizzy.  (That's wigga-speak for "malt liquor in the fridge", btw.)  I'll do Colt 45 or Mickey's, or, if they don't have those, Olde English "800".  But I def go with Colt or Mick's first.  No St.Ides, Black Bull, Camo, double malts, or anything "ice" or "gold."  And I absolutely draw the line at Ojo Malo-Evil Eye.  That shit isn't even funny for a joke.  Forties are my go-to beverage on Saturday nights when I decide not to do anything that requires leaving the crib.  The routine usually goes something like this:  Crack one and head into the studio to work on zines or some shit but mostly end up just flipping the radio dial between various rap shows on KFAI, the Current, and KMOJ.  (The latter of which, being the only time you'll catch me listening to Drake, Weezy or anything resembling R&B or rappers who can't rap.  But that's cuz they do it with a nice mix that includes dancehall and old-school hip-hop.  Plus, like Brother Ali said years ago when he was defending 50Cent to the backpackers, "You gotta know what the streets is listenin' to.")  Maybe I'll get a page or two of a zine done but primarily it's just dancing by myself and tough-guy-B boy-posturing to nobody but my cat, who looks at me like, "whaaaat the fuck..."  Then when the rap shows are over, I crack another forty and put on some punk rock records and try to work on art stuff again, but pretty much just end up playing air-guitar and/or air-hardcore singer.  This will last until I get tired of having to change the records every three songs--usually another 40oz.  Then I go out to the living room to watch late-night broadcasts of Lucha Libre and listen to The Root of All Evil and send text messages that I will regret the next morning.  I haven't crossed into the three-forties-in-one-night zone in years, but I might have a few additional regular-sized light domestic beers while partaking in this particular activity--eventually leading to the big pass-out.        

same day as samurai, the weirdness of

Mpls, MN, Dec-'11

way of the samurai, something about it

Mpls, MN, Dec-'11

in and or around it anyway, the news

Mpls, MN, Dec-'11

The Soda Killers reviewed in MRR

The Soda Killers got "reviewed" by the really nice know-it-all folks at the longest running, no sense of humor-having, punk rock bible Maximum Rock-n-Roll. 

Either this gal didn't actually read it, or she's pissed because we covered a bunch of the same records as MRR but did it about a million times better. Or, more than likely, she just hates fun. After reading the other zine reviews she did in the same issue, we're thinking she secretly hates zines too.  Hating zines and fun???  Must suck to be her.

Opinions fucking rule.  Kind of a bummer when someone shits all over your hard work, but that's the breaks when you're putting something out to the universe to be consumed and/or judged.  After all, we are no strangers to ripping shit apart either.  As the old saying goes, what goes around comes around.  Oh well. 

If you should still be interested after reading such rave reviews, there are some left.  Contact bnb@hotdogdayz.com or andersdinero@yahoo.com. 

PS-For the record, the writing is both snarky AND clever.  And the teen thing; that was the idea, dipshit.