Weekend! Woo!
Yee-haw, has anyone looked at the calendar for this weekend? So many good shows packed in such a small amount of time. (And no, I'm not talking about Van Morrison. But that Van Morrison cover band I heard on MPR this morning, the Belfast Cowboys, sounded pretty good.)
Tonight I will be heading out to the late Mark Mallman show after a romantic dinner date with Husband. For those of you who have trouble keeping up, remember that I no longer have distaste for the MallMan and hope that any non-believers will make an effort to catch a chance at Conversion. He is playing an early show (all ages) at the Triple Rock starting at 6pm and another one (for us drunkards, 21+) starts at 10pm. Other best bets for the evening include some local band at the Entry, and Mike Nicolai at Dusty's.
Saturday is a glorious, glorious day. I am lucky enough to be one of roughly 400 people who have the distinct pleasure of taking in Ani DiFranco at the Cedar Cultural Center. So stoked. I love her. Have I mentioned that before? Well, if I haven't, I will now. I wrote an essay analyzing her poetry (which I won't put you through, don't worry, it's nit picky and technical and frankly, a little boring) but it resulted in me writing this sentence about her music:
Other nice Saturday shows: Ladytron at First Ave, and Rock Against Rape at the Nomad with Koalas, Ouija Radio, the Lie-Ons, Toki Wright, and more.
It's Friday, and I am about as squirrelly as Ralph on catnip. Eeeee!
A quote to leave you with, from the aforementioned Ms. DiFranco:
Tonight I will be heading out to the late Mark Mallman show after a romantic dinner date with Husband. For those of you who have trouble keeping up, remember that I no longer have distaste for the MallMan and hope that any non-believers will make an effort to catch a chance at Conversion. He is playing an early show (all ages) at the Triple Rock starting at 6pm and another one (for us drunkards, 21+) starts at 10pm. Other best bets for the evening include some local band at the Entry, and Mike Nicolai at Dusty's.
Saturday is a glorious, glorious day. I am lucky enough to be one of roughly 400 people who have the distinct pleasure of taking in Ani DiFranco at the Cedar Cultural Center. So stoked. I love her. Have I mentioned that before? Well, if I haven't, I will now. I wrote an essay analyzing her poetry (which I won't put you through, don't worry, it's nit picky and technical and frankly, a little boring) but it resulted in me writing this sentence about her music:
"In many ways, DiFranco could be classified as a spoken word poet who uses her guitar as an aide in her poetic expression, and at points in her music it as if DiFranco and her guitar are taking turns telling parts of the story. Rather than using commas, colons and periods, she uses moody guitar distortions, plucked out melodies and tempo and chord changes to paint the scene."Isn't it fun when your teachers let you write about actual, real-life, enjoyable things? I also somehow finnagled my way into being allowed to write almost entirely music-based articles for my journalism class. I am sneaky. Sneaky like a ninja monkey.
Other nice Saturday shows: Ladytron at First Ave, and Rock Against Rape at the Nomad with Koalas, Ouija Radio, the Lie-Ons, Toki Wright, and more.
It's Friday, and I am about as squirrelly as Ralph on catnip. Eeeee!
A quote to leave you with, from the aforementioned Ms. DiFranco:
i walk in stride with people
much taller than me
and partly it's the boots but
mostly it's my chi
and i'm becoming transfixed
with nature and my part in it
which i believe just signifies
i'm finally waking up
