10/28/08

"History does not matter."

Some of you may have a copy of Pedal & Destroy, that I left laying around last spring. At the end of all the totally rad songs was some old audio from the Tom Snyder Show. Digging around, I found the actual video. I had a giggle. Maybe you will also...



10/21/08

Stay Young Die Pretty

Ealier tonight...
I'm standing in Jimmy John's in Highland Park, waiting for my sandwich. The guy behind the counter is staring at my sweatshirt, trying to figure it out. Over in the corner are three kids. If it were the 90s they would be called "alternateens." One dude,a skater with a bandanna holding his mop down, and two girls; both with tight pants and and vans slip-ons. All of them rocking iPods, of course. They're giggling and shit and having a good time. I keep getting distracted by the Jimmy John dude looking intently at my sweatshirt. He wants to ask what it is but doesn't. I finally get my country club and pickle spear and head out, deciding the guy will just have to wonder for now. The skater dude is leaving too. Once outside the door, he plugs in his ear buds, hops on his board and pushes off. He doesn't make it to the end of the block before one of the chicks comes running up from behind us, yelling. "Matt, hey Matt!" He stops and yanks out an ear bud. "Yeah, what's up?" She smiles "Casey really didn't want you to leave. She was all like 'Why does he have to leave?' And I'm all like 'Do you want me to run after him right now and tell him you don't want him to leave?' And she was all like 'Oh Gawd, please!' So here I am, telling you she doesn't want you to leave." At this point I've got a huge grin on my face. I am absolutely loving that I got witness this shit. Some things just take you back, ya know. I turn the corner and jump in the car, where Courtney is waiting for me. Excitedly I begin to recount to her what I had just seen. We are both gushing over how damn cute "the kids" can be and what a precious time it is to be a teenager. Just then Matt the skater goes rolling by. I'm sooo disappointed. "Awww man, he must not have gone back in." We pull away and as we pass by him I start to ponder reasons he why he didn't go back in. "Perhaps he doesn't like Casey? Maybe he likes Casey's friend and he was excited when she came running, only to realize that it wasn't her that wanted him to stay? Then again, why was Casey's friend so eager to go after him? Hmmm. And what about Casey, when she found out Matt wasn't coming back?" I wanted this story to have a happy ending. All of a sudden Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Joy Division-one of my favorite songs ever-comes on the radio! "Ok, this must mean something." I say, as I turn the radio up. "Maybe Matt knows better. Maybe he knows something we don't." A few blocks later were parked, and I'm pulling my bike out of the back of Courtney's car, when I hear the unmistakable sound of a skateboard coming up from behind me. I look up and sure enough, it's the skater dude, Matt, gliding down the middle of the street. As if he could read my mind, he looks over, waives to me and says "Hey." I wave back and for just a second, a silent language is spoken between us. He was better off not going back in. He rides off into the night and I guess I'm happy enough with how this story ends.

10/19/08

Rooster 08

Dundas, MN~10/18/08.

Some of my best friends in the whole world! My stomache and face hurt from all the laughing and smiling. Love it. Thanks everybody for being so damn fantastic. I already miss you, and am waiting for the next time...Fisher, I think it's called. ;)





10/17/08

Don't Lose Touch

Went to see Against Me! last night at First Ave. I was pondering whether or not I would do so, until a co-worker walked into my office and dropped a ticket on my desk, sealing the deal. Hard to justify not going since the venue is only a few blocks from where I work and the show started about the time I was getting off. Plus, you know, I'm interested in what the kids are up to these days.
The first band was from somewhere that is not the United States; European something or other. I can't remember their name, but I do remember that one of the gentlemen wore flair leg jeans and that it annoyed me greatly. There was at least one song, and maybe only one, that I figured might be alright if I closed my eyes and didn't have to look at them. I chose to keep my eyes open and thus, disliked it.
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists was on next. Up until recently, I never knew much about these guys other than one time, years ago, I overheard some ridiculous hipster say "Every time I see Ted Leo it's like a religious experience." So needles to say, I didn't have much interest in finding out more. Even though Radio K plays them a lot, I never really pay attention either. However, I downloaded some old Citizens Arrest stuff not too long ago, and as it turns out, Ted Leo was in that band. I guess his roots are pretty deep in punk so I've become a little more intrigued. I must say, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the Pharmacists performance. It probably didn't hurt that Ted was wearing a Econochrist tee shirt and that they covered Cock Sparrer's song I Got Your Number. I'm pretty sure I heard him reference Flux of Pink Indians in a song too. He also talked about about the sad state of affairs surrounding the RNC and his efforts to help out the cause. I was impressed.
Against Me! came on and as expected the kids went nuts. I marked out a bit, but mostly contained myself. I've talked before about the fact that in the grand scheme of things, I'm relatively a new-comer to this band. Even though, I've done my research and familiarized myself with their back catalog, I'm not one of those crying "sell-out." If it weren't for them selling out, I may not have ever paid them much attention. Generally speaking, I am in to a much different style of punk these days. Even though this is my third time, I've only seen 'em on stages this size. First Ave isn't that huge of a place, but I do wish I would have seen them play smaller venues. Damn though, what a high-energy performance. Looks like they have lots of fun up there. I must say I admire Tom Gabel's feistiness. I've heard of the most famous incident and seen the Youtube clips. It's obvious that he is still pretty sensitive and defensive about the whole punk rock sell-out thing. Last night he went after some kid that had apparently been flying him the bird through an entire song. In the same rant he even cracked a joke on Profane Existence, which in this town, could potentially be detrimental. But alas, it was all in jest. The piss and vinegar is still there and I like it. That's one of the things I love about the genre; the range of emotion. The kids had a good time and I smiled and when it comes down to it, that's all that really matters. To me, anyway. So yeah, good show.

10/15/08

Back Alley Gallery~St. Paul Fall Art Crawl

10/10-11/08.

















Son of a....

...bitch! Snapped a pedal this morning. Resulted in about 2 miles of one legged cycling. The good news: my left achilles, which I blew out a couple years ago, seems to work just fine.

10/14/08

Breakfast

Gigantic pile of puke at the bus stop this morning; the discarded remnants of chicken wings nearby. I imagine an extremely intoxicated individual waiting for the bus, all the whilst slamming down some hot wings, uncontrollably lets it go, projectile style. I'll spare you the color detail, but lets just say it looked like a rainbow...a puke rainbow.



It reminded me of one (of many) of my more famous chunk-blowing incidents. Bemidji Water Carnival on the 4th of July, sometime in the late 90's. Hartmann and I walk up to a couple of chicks; one of which I had a slight crush on and because I had liquid courage, was planning to chat up a bit. As soon as I open my mouth to say hi to her, it's like someone turned on a fire hose. Trust me, I'm not exaggerating when I say I only got the h part of "Hi" out of my mouth before I unleashed a mountain-sized pile of puke at her feet, splattering her shoes. Hartmann busts out laughing and is like "Are you alright?" but really not concerned, as the humour of it all is just too much. The girl had a pretty disgusted look on her face, understandably. With tears in my eyes, (from puking) I delivered the most sincere apology of my entire life. Then, deciding to cut my losses, I turned the other way and busted out...or actually, probably just went back to the beer tent.

10/10/08

(un)Healthy Start...or Second post in a row about doughnuts

So after watching this show on cable (either the Food Network or Travel Channel) about the best doughnut spots in the world or whatever, I've had a craving for a really good one. The one I had in Chicago from Dunkin' Donuts was shitty, and not the least bit fulfilling. Anyway, this morning I found this at a deli near where I work. It was excellent! Satisfaction.

Don't judge me.