Saturday morning was spent on the couch, catching up on the local rags as well as Raw and Impact. (V.2 tapes them for me.) The weather was fabulous so I took the bike out for a spin. Turned out to be a lot colder than I thought so I headed back home for warmer gear. Then went back out riding for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. I took my time riding along the river trails, stopping for some thee.ography. I eventually ended up in the Seward neighborhood for happy hour, where I drank Surly and snacked on delicious bruschetta, while reading and people watching. After a (happy) hour or so it was time to go. Slightly buzzed, I jumped back on the bike and headed to the Electric Fetus to catch a free performance by Gary Louris, who was promoting his new solo album Vagabonds.
I hadn't been to the Fetus for an in-store since I saw Billy Bragg there a few years back, so it was nice to see the place was fairly busy. I took note of Gary's fashion choices, as I am often times one to do. He was wearing the tightest pair of jeans I have ever seen on a 50 year old man as well as what appeared to be slouch style cowboy boots. Not sure who let him out of the house with those on. Other than that, he looked good; like he always does. I was mostly browsing while he played, but I was definitely listening. Brought a smile to my face as I recalled memories of seeing the Jayhawks and Golden Smog several times in the 90's. Mostly at First Avenue and one road trip from Bemidji to Grand Forks on a chilly winter night, with a car load of the Smoke Klowns. I also remembered the time Matt TXP and I drove from Bemidji (again) to Duluth to see Soul Asylum at the DECC. We were outside in the smoking area, right after the opening band (the Honeydogs I think?), trying hard not to get caught hitting a joint that we had bought from my neighbors across the street. (My neighbors sold "piner joints." 4 for $10...or get this, 7 for $20!?!? "Ahhh, I think I'll have two of the 4 for 10s.") Gary was out there too and we considered asking him if he wanted some. We decided against it. Later we startled him when we yelled out "Hey Gary" as he walked by us on his way to his seat. He gave us a confusing look and a wave. We felt really cool. Anyway, back to present times. I really enjoyed the new songs and considered buying the album, but I didn't. Instead I bought some 99 cent vinyl.
Yes! I've been looking for this one for awhile now. The bummer thing is, it has a warp in it and bounces the needle through pretty much the entirety of the first song on both sides. Instead of any of the original packaging, it came with this crumpled up insert from Motley Crue's Theater of Pain. I'm not complaining. After all, it was only a dollar.
I remember seeing these guys in Metal Edge and Hit Parader magazines back in the day, but never really knew much about them other than it was metal. Still don't because I haven't listened to it yet. I wonder if they kick ass...er,axe?
Minneapolis funk!...I assume. Haven't listened to it yet. Not to be confused with Jellybean Johnson, also of the Time, Jesse was supposedly the ONLY musician from the Time that Prince actually respected. It was probably like looking in a mirror for his purple majesty. Look at this dude; Prince much? Jesse is also the first person to bring Janet Jackson to Minneapolis. (As everyone knows she later recorded several times in Mpls with Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, also of the Time.) He has and still does produce tracks for many artists, including Wendy & Lisa (of Prince and the Revolution) and an old favorite of mine...Ta Mara and the Seen. Holy shit, I just got caught up thinking about 80s Mpls funk. Anybody remember Mazarati? I can't wait to go home and listen to this now!
This is the Suburbs debut full-length. It's on Twin Tone. A must have for us Minneapolitan music heads. Well at least it is for me. When I was a youngster in the 80s, living up in the woods, this was probably the coolest band in the world to me...and I had never even heard them. I associated them with "the cities" and my uncle and that was cool enough for me. My mom would pack my brother and I into the car every couple of weekends or so and drive us down to the TC to see family and get some culture. We would always be rolling in late, around 10pm or so, and my uncle Robert Look would be getting ready to head out to First Avenue or somewhere. He'd be trying on various outfits: bandannas, sport coats, converse all-stars (never a matching pair), bracelets, whathaveyou, while chugging a beer and excitedly telling us about the band he was going to see. Many times that band was the Suburbs. He always had Suburbs poster's plastered in his room too. He gave me my first ever rock pin. It was the Suburbs famous symbol. (If you squint hard you can see it down in the lower left corner, above the song titles.) So anyway, there was no doubt that I was going to get this one...and once again, it's only a dollar.
I also made an impulse purchase...
I had to. Look at this fantastic cover art!
By the time I got home on Saturday night, the cycling extravaganza had worn me out. I stayed in for the second night in a row. Shocking, I know. (Hey, the rhymes.) Sunday morning, after some in-bed reading, I was up and out the door, Han Solo, for breakfast at the Seward Cafe. My tofu scramble was muy deliciouso. I sat at the counter reading the newsletter, trying to make it as clear as possible to the lady next to me, that I was not at all interested in her politics. The Bookwerm picked me up later and we went to the Perpich Center to see Amy Conwell and the group show she is part of. I believe it is all women that are art teachers. I have known Amy for over ten years now and have seen her and her art come a long way. She is always passionate about her creations and has her hands in many things art-orientated as well. Seeing her continually put herself out there like she does is really inspiring. In fact, it's Amy that really pushed for me to join the Back Alley Gallery collective. She always shows genuine interest in me and my art. So I was more than happy to go see this show. Over the last few years, she has really stepped it up and moved in a whole new direction with her concentration on mosaics. It's really, really, really great!
Later that night I made my way down to First Avenue for F1rst Wrestling. I have seen some of these guys work before at various places and on tape, as well as at First avenue, but it was my first (ha) time at First (ha) Avenue for F1rst (haha) Wrestling. My uncle Jazz was there. (The brother of the uncle Robert, mentioned above.) That is only fitting, seeing as how it's because of him that I am such a fan of the gloriousness that is professinal wrestling. Saturday mornings, watching the AWA with Jazz is where it all started. We still get together occasionally for pay-per-views and almost always talk wrestling when we see each other. He knows I'm a smark, so he always wants insider updates and asks for my opinions. I spotted him across the ring from me because he was wearing a Lucha shirt I printed a couple years ago. The show was pretty deec and I even managed to snag a pic of some chic eating a hot-dog!!!
More pics w/results here.
And that was the weekend...