Showing posts with label Minneapolis Madness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minneapolis Madness. Show all posts

Monday, March 7, 2011

GAYNGS "Affilyated" at First Ave- Six Hours of Doomtree-harmar-deathsquads-megafaun-slapping-solidgold LOVE.

This Sunday night, the best thing ever to hit 69 bpm once again blew the roof off First Avenue, as the mostly-local supergroup, GAYNGS, reunited in Minneapolis for the first time since their debut show, "The Last Prom on Earth," played two nights at First Ave almost a year ago.

Just to see the GAYNGS gang all together again would have been draw enough for the hundreds of people who showed up on Sunday, but the group took it a step further and made the evening into its very own local music showcase:"Affilyated," by opening up the Mainroom, 7th St Entry, and the Record Room to over twenty different acts, all associated (or Affilyated har har har) with GAYNGS in some way.

The show, which held the same title as the recently released Doomtree regrind of GAYNGS' debut album (listen to and download it here), was a definite nod to heavy ties with the Minneapolis hip-hop collective, with solo sets by Dessa, POS, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, and Lazerbeak in the Record Room, and an incredible whole-crew blowout in the mainroom right before GAYNGS finally went on at about 1am.

With shows going on simultaneously in all three First Ave spaces all night, it was impossible to catch every one, but the crew and I made it around to as many as we could, rubbing shoulders with some of the most talented and humble artists the Shiver Cities have ever produced.

Stefan Alexander, aka P.O.S.
Yep, he was actually that close... I think all shows should be in the Record Room from now on.

Every man and woman in the room forgot about their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, or wives when Dessa came in...

Dessa, killing it.

Even bears in moonboots were welcome at the drumtastic Marijuana Deathsquads show.

Mike Mictlan and Dessa in the Mainroom with the Doomtree crew.

GAYNGS.

Dessa and J. Vernon with GAYNGS.

Har Mar Superstar spent a good portion of the GAYNGS set muggin' it on a speaker... this, of course, was after he came in and sang "One More Try" in a white cape. YES.

I love when a band creates a hand sign that basically encourages you to flip them off all night.

Let's be serious... this was the highlight of my night. DOOMTREE!

I hope you were there too, folks - if not, the next time you hear "GAYNGS" and "First Avenue" in the same sentence, you'd better get it together!

-K



Friday, May 7, 2010

I'm Afraid of Virginia Woolf

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf, Virginia Woolf, Virginia Woolf? Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf, early in the morning.....

This little ditty, which starts out as an attempt to remember funnier times, becomes, over the course of a few hours, the haunting theme song of some of the most despicable and tragic characters to ever grace the stage. In Edward Albee's seminal play, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, now going on at The Jungle theater in Uptown Minneapolis, the play's three-hour duration simply flies by. Who can think about time, or anything else outside the darkened theater for that matter, when the lives of four people are being eviscerated on the stage in front of you?

It is perhaps the most violent play I've ever seen, and yet there is never a drop of blood spilled. Daggers are thrown verbally between each character, hitting their mark each time, and every highball glass that is strewn around Bain Behlke's fitting set might as well have been one part gin, two parts arsenic, because with every drink the audience can see what is left of Albee's tragic characters slipping away.

It would not suffice to call The Jungle's production "astounding." The magnificent mounting of the play, spearheaded by Bain Behlke and starring Michelle Barber, Stephen Yoakum, Sean Michael Dooley (filling in for Sean Neely, who was sidelined due to a medical emergency), and Jane Froiland, was sickening, and also one of the BEST I've ever had the pleasure of seeing.

The play, written by Albee in 1962, takes place between 2 a.m. and dawn at the home of George (Yoakam) and Martha (Barber), a middle-aged married couple who have invited young newcomers Nick (Dooley) and Honey (Froiland) over for a drink after a faculty mixer put on by Martha's father, the president of the university the men teach at. Over the next few hours, George and Martha succeed in plunging to new lows in their own volatile relationship while pulling Honey and Nick down with them. This is not to say that the rift created between Honey and Nick is solely because of the older couple's actions: in the production, Behlke succeeds in showing the audience that although Nick and Honey seem naive, happy, and fresh-faced when they walk in George and Martha's door, there is almost as much bubbling under the surface of their relationship as there is with the other pair - who spend half the production verbally abusing one another.

The play is scathingly funny, and despite the relationship bloodbath that is in progress, the talented actors managed to draw a laugh out of the audience whenever Albee's intelligent dialogue called for it. Speaking of the talent of the play's cast, it would be wholly unfair not to recognize what REALLY had me on the edge of my seat for three hours: Stephen Yoakam and Michelle Barber. I have never had the pleasure of seeing either of these Twin Cities mainstays in action before, and after seeing their work in Virginia Woolf, I feel I have been cheating myself from the best of what our fair cities have to offer. Barber was both frail and vulnerable and a legitimate ball-crusher at many times throughout the play. Where many actors would have failed at their attempt to exude Martha's scathing wit and callousness, Barber was able to use her physical presence and vocal authority to bring each and every verbal bitch-slap to life. She was as believable as they come - which she was able to do in no small part because of the believability that Albee infused into the play's intense and never-ending dialogue. The characters speak as if they were having a real conversation - something that may seem obvious, but that few scripts or screenplays are able to actually accomplish.

As George, Stephen Yoakam was able to transition perfectly and timely through each and every phase his character visits throughout the night. It is difficult to play one character, much less several throughout a play - and although George remained George, Yoakam was sure to keep his portrayal of the washed-up historian in exactly the spot he needed to be at exactly the right time. If ever someone had a perfect voice for the stage, it is Yoakam. If at any point in the show I became distracted, it was because I was concentrating too hard on how Yoakam delivered his lines - to someone with a musical affinity like mine, it was a joy to listen to.

Not to call out the two lead actors specifically, because Sean Dooley and Jane Froiland did a fantastic job in their own right. Dooley played Nick as the curious youngster - attracted to Martha, nay, anything with breasts, while both physically shunning his own wife and being hyper-aware of anything that came out of her mouth at the same time. Dooley shone in the part, and his natural affinity with Albee's lines and their directed delivery (lines he had less than one week to learn, mind you) was impressive.  Although Froiland occasionally became cartoonish in her portrayal of Honey, she succeeded beautifully in following Honey through the many stages her character visits after she has a few glasses of brandy and the ugly side of her relationship with Nick. Although Albee only hints at it in his dialogue, Froiland also succeeds in bringing attention to a dimension of Honey that many Virginia Woolf audiences never get to see - her probable history of sexual abuse, when, wide-eyed and fear-stricken, Honey drunkenly believes she is somewhere else, in a memory where she screams "I don't want to anymore, get away."

The Jungle's production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf is theater at its best, and the entire cast, crew, and the production staff deserve the credit they clearly worked very hard for. I encourage everyone to go see it for themselves - and to leave some time after the play for decompression and thought about this pivotal work in American theater, done, I believe, how Edward Albee would have wished.

For more information, and tickets, go to The Jungle's website.

-K

Sunday, April 11, 2010

When Local Music Made Love: GAYNGS

Ear-Candy Cocktail
This year is certainly turning out to be a bright one musically. The most recent addition to this spring's music goodness is a new project by, well, a s#*t ton of local and regional artists (and some out-staters), called GAYNGS. The project, which will be releasing their first album, Relayted, on May 11, includes members of Bon Iver, Megafaun, Lookbook, and Solid Gold, as well as P.O.S., Dessa, Michael Lewis (Andrew Bird's sax player), and many more. The hype alone could sell their record, but as happenstance would have it, the music always brings it home, and no matter how many pretty faces have shown up to be a part of Gayngs, the sound coming out of their first two released tracks, "The Gaudy Side of Town," and "Faded High," is what will have me lining up at the record store in a few weeks.

Additionally, they will be playing two shows at (surprise surprise) First Avenue on May 14, one at 5pm and one at 10. 

Here's a first listen of the two released tracks on Myspace.

-K


Friday, April 9, 2010

Head's Up!: Basilica Block Party

Summer is almost here! Well, sort of- it is certainly in sight, anyways. With summer comes a wealth of opportunity and, if you're lucky enough to live here in the Twin Cities, it means it is outdoor concert season.

Aside from The Current's Rock the Garden show (lineup not announced yet, sorry folks!), there are countless other gigs happening this summer that have been announced already, including the amazing Basilica Block Party over at the Basilica of St. Mary in Loring neighborhood.


The Block Party is heading into its 16th year, and they are doing it with a little help from some very talented friends, including Spoon, Weezer, The Avett Brothers, and Ingrid Michaelson, to name a few. I find it incredibly amusing that I rave about Spoon's show last weekend as First Ave and recommend that everyone try and see them if they get the chance because, well, here's your chance! The lineup isn't even finalized yet, but those are the headliners, with more band slots to be filled soon. I had a feeling Spoon would come back soon - we gave them a damn good showing last Friday and Saturday at First Ave, and they gave us some damn good concerts in return.


The block party spans over two days, July 9 and 10, and tickets go on sale this Saturday at 10am at Electric Fetus or on Ticketmaster. For more info, click this link.

Hope to see you there!

-K

Saturday, April 3, 2010

A Love Rekindled: Spoon Plays MPLS at First Ave


Minneapolis is special. I've always known this deep down in my heart-of-hearts, but when the band that was literally once named "top overall artist of the decade" decides to play two back-to-back shows in our dear city, one on the 40th anniversary of First Avenue, we've really got something to smile about. Best yet, I was lucky enough to have snagged a pair of tickets to see Spoon in their 21+ performance at First Ave last night (tonight's gig is 18+, also sold out, sorry folks!).


All I can say is "WOW." Spoon is a truly fantastic group. I've had an ongoing love affair with their music for many years, but there is really nothing to rekindle your devotion to a band's sound like seeing them live, hoping they play the songs you love, and screaming for them to come back for more once they have finally left the stage. I had to laugh because the girl standing near me at the show kept saying, dumbfounded over the music, "I can't believe it, they sound just like their recordings!" I wanted to tell her that unless a band sounds just as good as their album or better, they really aren't worth seeing, but I decided against it, figuring by her look of sheer delight, she already knew that she'd spent her money well, and so had I.

Despite running into the abysmal traffic situation that was the downtown area on the first night the Twins played at the new Target Field (cue me cursing loudly when we turned onto 1st Ave and right into traffic cops and road blockades), we managed to get to First Ave early enough to get a good spot in line. In another fortuitous turn of events, I also managed to snag a spot right up against the stage due to the people in front of me in line's inability to prioritize (standing spot first, then hit the bar) and I got to ogle Britt Daniel from two feet away and catch a glimpse of the set list at his feet (a set list that I later got to take home!)


It was an incredibly fulfilling show - the way concerts should be. The band's energy was high, the audience was involved but not invasive to the music, and between the show and the two encores of three songs each the band ended up playing (yeah, I screamed long and hard for those, even as others were giving up, damn straight) all of my favorite Spoon songs, even some of the more obscure, were played at peak performance. The sound was great, whoever did their lighting design was a genius, and Spoon held true to their tradition of creating a wholistic album by creating a nicely-planned concert in songs they chose to play, which spanned their entire career but seemed to all fit together perfectly. My personal favorite performance was "The Ghost of You Lingers" which had an almost eighties-esque Annie Lennox vibe that never would have come across on a recording, and it sounded great.

If any of you were at the show, give me a shout out, and for those of you who weren't, watch for another chance to see Spoon live, I promise it'll be worth it.

Britt, after it got too hot to wear leather anymore

More Britt, as I was right in front of him, it was
hard to get a good shot of many of the other band members!

The setlist, main show on the left, 
with encore options upside-down on the right.

-K

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Fish-Water: Rites of Spring in Minneapolis


Well, Shiverers, it is that time of year again: Spring! While I'm sure most of you (myself definitely included) are shedding layers, opening windows, and generally finding it hard to get any work done, there is one thing about Spring in Minneapolis that is, decidedly, less than awesome: the nastiness that is our tap water this time of year.

As many of you know, Minneapolis gets its water straight from the mighty Mississippi River. It is actually pretty cool when you think about it - it means that the river running by our cities makes up over 75% of our bodies. However, with the copious amounts of snow we tend to get every year, and the rate at which that snow melts off, these few weeks in March leave the tap water with the unfortuante smell and taste of an uncleaned aquarium.

And so, it has become an annual rite of spring in Minneapolis (not for you St. Paul-ites who get your tap water from lakes and groundwater): turning on the tap, filling a water bottle, and then directly spitting it back out because well, your mouth now tastes like sturgeon.

It may taste and smell bad, but believe it or not, it IS still perfectly safe to drink, and still infinitely better that drinking bottled water, which, surprisingly, is less regulated than what comes out of the tap and produces a ton of waste. So, here are some tips for still getting your daily allotment of tap-found H20 without feeling like you're going to gag:

-Use a Brita filter on your tap, or have a Brita water purifying pitcher to fill and stick in your fridge, this tends to get rid of the bad smell, although it tastes a bit funny still.

-Clean water bottles out with lemon juice to get rid of existing fishy smells, it kills the bacteria and makes your nalgene lemony-fresh!

-Don't drink it hot without purifying first! For God's sake, heating the water makes it worse, don't do it- I warned you!

No worries, in a week or so it will all be back to normal... until it snows again. I love you Minneapolis, I really really do.

-From the fishy-cities, K

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Everyman's Tale: A Brief Encounter


Nothing in life is easy. On any given day, a seemingly never-ending flow of junk makes the average person want to burrow down beneath the covers and call it quits. But to be truthful, most of us have it pretty good. Not to promulgate the proverbial parental lecture ("you don't know how good you actually have it, you're lucky"), but what if it was worse? What if a run-of-the-mill argument with your partner was coupled with the fact that you couldn't talk to anyone about it, what if no one could even know who your partner was? What if your heart was close to bursting with love and affection, but instead of yelling it from the rooftops, you had to swallow it down your throat so that even the tiniest shred of hope for that love wasn't ruined?


It is a timeless story- that of lovers simply being unable to love each other. Many of us have been there before, either experiencing it first or, if we’re lucky, secondhand. Although each story is different, the basic plot line stays the same. This familiar tale, with all its heartache and pain but also its simple joys, is explored in Noel Coward's classic film, Brief Encounter, which first appeared on screen in 1945, but was witnessed by yours truly last night at the Riverview Theater in south Minneapolis.

The film is a cultural icon, and I first brushed up against it in another of my all-time favorite films, The History Boys, the screen adaptation of Alan Bennett’s successful London play. In it, two of the precocious sixth-form grammar school boys perform Brief Encounter’s final scene, in defiance of the more “useful” things their shrewd new instructor is hoping to teach them. After the performance, the instructor looks impressed but awash as to what to say, finally settling on “God knows why you’ve learned Brief Encounter…” which is met with raucous laughter by the other students. It seems a fitting enough question at the time: “why Brief Encounter?” and I’m sure most of the audience, regardless of how schooled in 1940’s cinema they are, might also ask the same thing of the cheeky students. I was one of those people, until I actually saw Coward’s work in action, and realized why it was they chose to perform this scene, or, more importantly, why it was chosen for them by their warm and yet personally unfulfilled closeted English teacher.

And so, sitting in the 1960’s style auditorium at the Riverview last night, this seemingly insignificant bit of humor in The History Boys finally made sense to me. It is not only the story of Brief Encounter: two lovers, both married, finally find what it is they have been missing in their respective relationships, share a shred of happiness, and then go on with their lives; but of Noel Coward himself, and my own speculation on what the play must have meant to him – a gay man unable to live life as what he actually was. Indeed, while certain insiders may have known, Coward’s sexuality, during his lifetime, was never discussed, but swept under the rug, as many were. He was a successful author, actor, director, singer, and playwright- lauded in society and well-loved among friends, and yet, Noel Coward the man was never the same person as Noel Coward the public face. Just as his Brief Encounter lovers Laura and Alec were, he was forced to turn something beautiful and real into a thing that must be spoken of only in hushed voices, or not at all.  Coward’s own love, like that of his main characters, was a love that had to be much more familiar with furtive glances, skulking in corners, and quick rendezvous than the leisurely hand-in-hand walks in the park an un-adulterous or heterosexual pair would have been allowed. 

Suddenly, it all makes sense. Who better to write the quintessential story of impossible ardor than a man who had spent his entire life facing true love as something that was, for him, outside the realm of possibility?

As if the story needed to be any more gut-wrenching, this extra layer of background knowledge on Coward’s own life takes it to an entirely new level of heartache. As a viewer, you feel the love, the second thoughts, the first kiss that - had circumstances been different - would have happened a long time ago. When Alec and Laura meet for a second time, you feel the intensity of the first time she holds his arm, and at the end of it all, you feel the overwhelming desire to run after him on the train platform, wanting to leave your own life behind to follow his, or simply not to live at all anymore. Coward’s script turns Alec and Laura’s story into what a great movie should be- something real, and something that, regardless of individual moral standards or auspices, causes every single person in the theater to understand, not just to feel for its characters, but to feel like its characters. Gay or straight, married or single, no one is exempt from being Alec or Laura, no matter how hard or softly their story may hit in their own lives.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Digging on Dessa: A Badly Broken Code


There is never enough time in the day to give the Minneapolis/St. Paul music scene the credit it deserves. As much as the Twin Cities may seem to be a little Midwestern-bubble, we export talent like cheese and wine from the south of France. So, it should be no surprise that once again, one of our own has outdone not only the local music scene, but in my humble opinion, pretty much everyone else too. Dessa, the first and  only female MC in the Doomtree collective (POS et al), released her debut full-length album, A Badly Broken Code, last month and let me tell you, after just one listen, it was worth the wait.

First off, Dessa is one smart cookie. While her spoken word background could lend her to being the female, Midwestern, wonder-bread version of Saul Williams, she stands alone. Her poetry, unlike his, is less likely to deliver a forceful blow with one line and more likely to make a lasting impression by the sheer weight of lyrical intrigue, woven throughout each and every line, all fitting together to make a warm bowl of literary oatmeal that sticks with you long after the actual meal is done. There are, of course, some serious stand-out tracks, such as the autobiographical opener: "Children's Work," "Dutch," a crafty piece that solidly shows her Minneapolis hip-hop roots, and the chilling song "Matches to Paper Dolls," which not only showcases her lyrical aptitude, but her amazing voice as well.

What really stands out in Dessa's favor is the thought that has clearly been put into what exactly she says. It may seem strange, but in the world of hip-hop, what is said too often becomes less important than how it comes out. For Dessa, there are no throw-away lyrics; everything has a point and purpose, and the metaphors, literary allusions, and profoundly complex yet incredibly familiar stories she tells are in a league of their own. Who else could write a heart-wrenching song about playing second-fiddle in a relationship to, well, an actual fiddle ("The Chaccone")?

I've included links to some YouTube versions of a few tracks below, but if you enjoy A Badly Broken Code's intelligent ear-candy, I encourage you to go grab the album and help support one of the Shiver Cities' best.

-K






Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Comic-Book Superheroes in the Twin Cities: Would It Work?

Many of you may not know this, and some might, but I am an absolutely HUGE comic book fan. Anything superhero related, and you can pretty much count on me being on board. Yes, I have spent an entire evening creating the superhero personas of myself and my roommates with Marvel's super hero generator, and it was great, I'm not ashamed.

So imagine, much to my surprise, when I was tipped off to a recent McSweeney's article that discusses, albeit brifly, the potential success of America's most beloved superheroes, if they had been located in the Twin Cities.


The real TC superfolk: the delivery guys from Galactic Pizza

Arguably, the biggest problem for many of the superheroes is the Shiver Cities' lack of consolidated tall buildings: Batman could not stand atop a skyscraper in downtown Minneapolis and brood, and Spiderman would have a tough time web-slinging his way between Minneapolis and St. Paul, so he would have to settle for sticking to the side of a truck going down I-94, far less dramatic and incredibly inefficient during rush hour if you ask me. Here's the entire piece, enjoy:

By Keith Pille, courtesy of McSweeney's:

"On the Utility of Minneapolis-St. Paul as a Base of Operations for Various Well-Known Superheroes or Super Teams."

Spider-Man: Poor. The lack of a single, concentrated downtown area would greatly hinder Spider-Man's preferred method of transportation. Given that there's not much higher than three stories after you get out of the two downtowns, swinging from building to building isn't going to work. It's not difficult to imagine Spider-Man standing on Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis, hearing that thugs have taken over the Xcel Center over in St. Paul, and cursing under his breath as he runs to I-94, forced to affix a web to the top of a bus and ride it across town.
The X-Men: So-so. Their initial problem would be that no one around here seems to have much of a problem with mutants. With no one trying to wipe them out, the X-Men would lose some of their edge. They would run the risk of turning into hypersensitive college kids who go around looking for the slightest excuse to be outraged.
They'd have more of a reason to stick around, though, after the inevitable burst of mutant jokes on the local classic-rock morning show. Those guys can be very cruel.
Batman: Also so-so. No real deal-breakers to Batman setting up shop here, but lots of annoying obstacles: lack of dramatic places to stand and brood over the cityscape; difficulty of driving the Batmobile at high speeds through some of the St. Paul street vortices (watch the ice on the road!); necessity of getting cozy with two police chiefs instead of one commissioner; and lack of a paralyzing, all-pervading criminal culture (although he'd be welcome to come to my neighborhood, starting with the three middle-aged fat guys who think riding little putt-putt scooters three abreast at 20 mph down Minnehaha Parkway is AWESOME).
Superman: No problem.
The Incredible Hulk: No problem. Hulk's in the Superman club. When your main thing is smashing things, location is less of a factor. Hulk could smash very effectively in Falcon Heights, for example.
Wonder Woman: Poor. People around here just wouldn't cotton to a woman dressed like that, especially one carrying a magic lasso. Well, some folks would like that quite a bit, but some would make a stink about it.
Aquaman: Most people seem to like him, but Garrison doesn't, so it's a no-go.


-K

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Hole-iest Season of All...


This could be you...

Potholes. You've gotta love 'em. Well, you've certainly got to something them, because like it or not, they're here to stay. From November through April, metropolitan Minnesota becomes infested with the treacherous horse-sized holes, and so we drive on: hitting bump after bump after coffee-spilling divot. A friend of mine told me yesterday that the potholes outside her Cedar-Riverside apartment are so bad, if anything bigger than a pickup truck drives over them, it wakes her up at night. Ridiculous. With all the freezing and thawing that has been going on lately, they're worse than ever. So what is to be done? Sure, you can call the Minneapolis 311 line and report a pothole, and they, more often than not, will come and fix it. However, fixes last anywhere from a day to a few weeks typically, and they cost the city money in the interim (they'll get re-paved come spring anyways) and then poof! they're back again!

Sooo what to do, what to do, what to do... my suggestion? Public transportation. Chances are, if you're in a bus or on the light-rail you're not as concerned with the alignment-shattering abysses. Then again, that suggestion may not be approved by my good friend in her pothole-adjacent apartment at night, because MAN does a bus make a racket when it drives over one of those puppies.

My other suggestion? Let them get so bad that they soon become a corporation's advertisement platform. Take Chicago, for example: last year, their potholes got so bad that KFC began filling them in to generate some goodwill and free PR. Brilliant? I think yes. By all means, let KFC fill in potholes as they simultaneously clog America's arteries with fried chicken, the metaphor is too awesome to pass up. Who knows, maybe 3M, Target, or Best Buy could follow Colonel Sanders' lead.... and also give me a new stereo system for giving them the idea. Until then, check out metrotransit.org. to find a bus/train near you.

-K

Friday, February 5, 2010

Happy Birthday Current!

The Crowd from above

Q: So what does spending almost an entire Friday in front of a computer hitting the "refresh" button get you?

A: Four member pre-sale tickets to 89.3 The Current's 5th Birthday Party at First Avenue.

WIN.

After being one of the hundreds of MPR members who helped crash First Ave's ticket-buying server during the member pre-sale, I persevered and basically sat by the computer all day to finally get my four glorious ($6 a piece) tickets to the local-music studded party that happened last week at First Avenue, celebrating five years of truly great music for the Twin Cities.

The lineup was The Twilight Hours, Lookbook, Mason Jennings, POS, and Solid Gold, all local acts that have been able, much in part because of the Current, to make it big outside the Cities. My favorites initially were Mason Jennings and POS, but I also really enjoyed Lookbook's synth-pop airyness and their singer's visceral wails, which I'm sure reminded most people there, myself included, of Karen O's signature sound-offs in the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. 

Here are some pics of the shindig, which also featured free catered food from Red Stag Supper Club (free oysters, I kid you not), Solera, and other TC foodie staples.


Nick and Jane with their "Mason Jennings is on stage!" faces on




Mason!

POS
    
Mayors RT Rybak and Chris Coleman showed up
Here's to you, Current!  -K

Monday, November 2, 2009

The First Non-Embarassing Halloween Ever! (And two whole costumes to boot!)

Well, Halloween weekend came and went, and now November is upon us. This weekend I managed to sucessfully host a Halloween party for the ages, and attended one as well, with TWO costumes, neither of which, you will be surprised to hear, were embarassing in the slightest. Conclusions? Halloween WIN.

First, my housemates and I hosted a spectacular shindig as the color-centric characters from the boardgame CLUE, with my boyfriend dressing as the Tim Curry-esque butler from the film. I was a fiendishly proper Professor Plum.

From Left: Prof. Plum, Col. Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Mr. Green, Miss Scarlett, Mrs. White, and the Butler

Milo dressed as his favorite thing: a paper bag.

Murder in the eyes..

Next, Kellen and I attended another party on Saturday night, huriedly changing costumes because two lonely Clue characters minus their posse just didin't make sense. Thanks to my fabulous red trenchcoat, I was geography-theif Carmen Sandiego. Kellen went as the Tour de Franzia...

Yes, I did steal the Eiffel Tower

The king of class.


So there you have it, shiverers, a successful Halloween gone by, not a clown or Xena Warrior Princess character in sight. My mother would be so proud.

-K

Monday, October 26, 2009

Concert Night: Saul Williams and the Afropunk Tour at the Varsity Theater



Only in America can beat poets become hip-hop gods. Well, if they're Saul Williams they can...

Williams, an American poet, writer, actor and musician known for his blend of poetry and alternative hip hop and for his leading role in the 1998 independent film Slam was kind enough to grace Minneapolis with his magnanimous presence last night at the Varsity Theater as the headliner of the Afropunk Tour. The tour, which also featured Dearling Physique, No Bird Sing, and American Fangs in this stretch, has been a huge success in every city it has stopped in so far.


Williams' purple peacock look.

Williams' set included songs off of his 2007 collaboration with Trent Reznor, The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!, his self-titled debut album, as well as the incredible spoken-word that first made him famous including the intro to The Dead Emcee Scrolls, his most recent undertaking.


It was a high-powered, chest-pounding show that, as any good small-venue should, left you throughly deaf afterwards.

Some of the evening's highlights were the most unanticipated moments, including:



Williams, pre-tackle...
-a tiny 5-foot nothing white girl dancing awkwardly and then eventually tackling Saul Williams when he came down into the crowd by trying to hug his legs.

-the tour's Budweiser and Converse sponsorship, which led to random outbursts of "Budweiser!" by performers throughout the night, including the emcee's assertion that they were cool enough to sponsor the tour, so the least we could f---ing do was "drink Bud and wear Chucks."

-Williams, in his second song after the encore, forgetting the lyrics and instead singing, on perfect pitch and timing: "To forget all the lyrics you ever f---ing wrote, trying to remember the lyrics to this song that nobody f---ing knows"



It was a great show, and yes, Saul, some of your fans do know your insane lyrics well enough to know when some are out of place... but we love you anyways.




A Few Videos I managed to crappily record at the show:





Love from this city,

K


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A Halloween Retrospective: I Was An Embarrassing Child

With the approach of my favorite holiday next week, I've been thinking back on some of my greatest and not so great Halloweens. Costumes, parties, and mishaps - there have been some interesting times...



I was an embarrassing kid. God bless my mother, she let me be my own person, but I bet I would've saved myself a whole lot of grief as a kid by not "being myself" so much. Halloween is a great example. While I had my share of "normal" costumes, a great many of my costumes as a kid were super creative, but SUPER weird to my peers at the same time. You, fortunate reader, now get to travel with me on my costume-retrospective and relive the best with me.

1. Costume: Clown
The first Halloween I remember, I was about 2 years old. We lived in Duluth and yes indeed, it was the year of the infamous Halloween blizzard that shut down the entire city, except for trick-or-treaters, of course. I remember sitting in the front hall, helping hand out candy, and my mother making me get back when she opened the door because everytime she did about four feet of snow would fall into the house.
2. Cotume: Cowgirl
We had just moved to South Carolina, and I was five. Northern blood be damned, I decided to flex my Southern side. Haphazard as my costumes were, I couldn't even do it well, and I wore my mom's Australian outback hat because we didn't have an actual cowboy hat. I was a cowgirl with a Crocodile Dundee hat. AWESOME.
3. Costume: Princess
The days of dress-up meant that frilly dresses (which I absolutely REFUSED to wear otherwise) abounded, and I was a princess, complete with aluminum-foil crown.
4. Costume: Pocahontas
All political correctness and the fact that I was a blonde girl aside, this was an awesome costume. I had real moccassins, I won an apple-bobbing contest because as the rest of the kids dunked their faces in water I figured out that you can bite the stem, and my mom (very poorly) braided my hair.
5.Costume: Clown
Odd, because to this day I am absolutely terrified of clowns, like TERRIFIED of them. Yet, this was the second time (per my mother's idea) that I was one for Halloween.
6.Costume: Mariah Carey
Yes, that is not mistaken. I loved singing, like really loved it, and the thing that first got me into it was Mariah. Laugh all you want. This was one of my most embarrassing costumes, and it didn't help that I had just moved to the hostile city of Columbia, Missouri where kids were mean and, if you put your hair in a side ponytail and hand-decorated a cardboard "MARIAH" on your belt with glitter, they were even meaner.
7. Costume: Gabrielle from Xena Warrior Princess
In fifth-grade I was an Amazon woman from a Kiwi TV-show who ended up being a lesbian. You can just infer the peer-torment here.


8.Costume: Mad Scientist
In sixth-grade, I was obsessed with wanting to be a scientist, so I had a lab coat, a beaker, and unfortunately for my field of vision, my Uncle's coke-bottle glasses. I fell off the front porch. Twice.



9.Costume: Twin
Incredibly lame, but I loved my best friend, and we had matching shirts.
10. Costume: Pink Lady
My friend Paige and I volunteered at the city's Halloween charity carnival and the highlight of the evening was when an older guy thought we drove ourselves there. Age 13.
11. Costume: Hippie
Thanks to my mom, who didn't throw away some of her best shirts from the 70's, this was a repeat costume whenever I didn't have a better idea. So pretty much all of highschool....
12. Costume: Panther
My first year of college, two of my best friends and I all went as big cats. Kate was a leopard, Rachel was a lion, and I was a panther. I got pissed because everyone (legitimately) thought I was a black cat all night.
13. Costume: Dr. Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror Picture Show
Is it weird that the sluttiest costume I ever had was when I dressed up as a guy? Oddly enough, I found out that my boyfriend was also Dr. Frank one year.


14. Costume: Eliott Reid from Scrubs
I'll admit it, I'm obsessed. It was fun getting to run around all night saying "frick" and blowing my bangs out of my face though.


So there you have it- some of the best costumes I've had, and some of the worst. Expect a post soon about this year's costume (or costumes!) and see if I've yet to out-embarrass myself.

-K

Monday, October 12, 2009

Music and Movie Mondays: Vinyl Lovin'



There are some things that, by default, just suck money away. Rent, gas, groceries, etc are all the bane of my wallet's existence, and, while I enjoy eating, having a house, and being able to travel in my car, none of these things really give me any great joy. Being a frugal femme, I'm not a huge fan of spending copious amounts of money on anything, much less things I don't really need for basic subsistence. This is where the concept of "the splurge" comes in.

A "splurge," for those of you who don't know, is the occasional shelling out of too-much-money for something that, while more expensive than you'd like to pay, is an every-once-in-a-while indulgence that puts a smile on your face. While for most women, the "splurge" normally is applied to something in the way of clothing and accessories, for me, it is always applied to music. Not just a 9.99 iTunes download of an album, but a short drive (see, that's what the gas is for) over to the hallowed halls of the Electric Fetus for some good old-fashioned vinyl.

Mmmmmm vinyl. Honestly, I used to be a skeptic of every hipster-kid's assertion that you haven't really "heard" anything until you've heard it on LP, but after doing a compare and contrast of digital, CD, and vinyl, I'll admit that I'm full-fledged on the "I heart vinyl" train.

Old vinyl is spectacular: nothing can really compare to cranking up Earth, Wind, and Fire on LP, but something I'm a big, big, fan of is how new artists are jumping back to releasing their albums on LP. This is great for a few reasons, a. it frickin sounds better, and b. along with most new releases on vinyl, the band will include a download code for the digital copy of the album too. It's a simple measure that I hope will encourage more current artists to jump on the LP train, because their fans can have a great copy of the record as well as the music on their iPod/mp3 players - ta da!

Some things I'm cranking up right now on the record player:

-Beirut's Gulag Orkestar
-Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago
-The White Stripes Icky Thump
-Kings of Leon Only By The Night
-Iron and Wine The Shepherd's Dog
-Silversun Pickups Swoon

All of these are current artists who have realized that the depth, volume, and layering of sound that an LP provides gives their listeners a really badass musical experience. In the TC, check out the Electric Fetus or Cheapo for all your vinylicious needs.

So come on, jump on the bandwagon, I promise you won't be dissappointed!



-K

Saturday, October 10, 2009

I Love Going to Hell



 Why, yes, that is a knife-chandelier...

Most people would think I'm mad and/or a depressed person when I say that Friday morning breakfast was the best part of my entire week, but for those of you who have ever sank your chops into the food at Hell's Kitchen, you know where I'm coming from.

Hell's Kitchen, in downtown Minneapolis, I can honestly say is the best breakfast food in the entire world. Quite a statement? I think not. I know restaurant reviews are supposed to be critical and impartial, but when the mere menton of the restaurant sends me salivating, you know that isn't possible.

So what was on the plate this morning?

My Menu:

Hell's Kitchen Homemade Hot Cocoa
Mahnomin Porridge
Vegetable Benedict


Porridge that is "just right"

Each and every one of these items is a culinary dream come true. The mahnomin porridge, an incredibly decadent wild rice, hazlenut, blueberry, cranberry, syrup, and whipping cream concoction is constantly where I get to say "I told you so," to everyone I've ever been to Hell's Kitchen with; somehow they don't believe that they'll want their own whole cup, and think they'll be fine having a bite of mine - they are ALWAYS wrong. (Note: Kellen, dear boy, actually took my advice and got his own porridge even before tasting it - he's a keeper.)


Benedict-o-licious

The benedict, a fat-loving vegetarian's dream, is sourdough bread, tomato, red pepper, poached egg, house sweet cream hollandaise sauce, chives, and eggplant, and is INCREDIBLE. I've hopped around at Hell's, but I always come back to this dish.

Other dishes of note:

-Bison Benedict (my Montanan father gave this bison brekky the thumbs up, it has a nice spin on the hollandaise: tangerine-jalapeno style)

-Huevos Rancheros, the restaurant's most popular breakfast dish, and my mother's favorite

-Lemon-Ricotta Hotcakes, um YUM

-House Bloody Mary, the traditional worcestershire, tabasco, horseradish, tomato juice, with sweetened ginger puree and a shrimp garnish


Lemon-ricotta hotcakes

ALSO: If you're already a Hell's fan and want to flex your culinary muscles, Mitch Omer, head chef and creator of Hell's just came out with "Damn Good Food," a Hell's Kitchen recipe book, which has how-to's for all Hell's greatest foods, drinks, and baked goods, plus the story of Mitch's crazy life alongside the culinary goodness. (I already picked up my copy while at breakfast, and I can't wait to attempt some of the meals myself!)

I really can't say enough about this wonderful food. Bland Minnesota palates beware - you've been rocked! But, in the immortal words of Levar Burton: well, don't just take my word for it, go see for yourselves!

For the info, reservations, and cookbook: Hell's Kitchen Minneapolis.

-K