Today was the first day in nine days that it hasn’t reached 90 degrees in Minnesota. Though I’m usually no fan of hot weather, this hasn’t felt like a heat wave. It’s felt like July. Summer in Minnesota.
We were at a music festival (though it was about so much more than the music) all weekend [...]
It Flows Through Me Like Rain
July 18, 2005
Summer? Summer is good.
July 14, 2005
I’m outta here tomorrow morning for a weekend at the Green Man Festival overlooking the beautiful port city of Duluth. We went last year and had an awesome (yes, awesome) time camping, listening to music, watching mountain biking, and partying with friends. It’s a low-key festival with only a few thousand attendees, a diverse lineup [...]
“Without ideals or violence”
July 13, 2005
What can you say about seeing Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson perform? Not much. It was a beautiful night outside in St. Paul. Willie was laid back, Dylan’s band was tight and seemed to have a good time.
Perhaps Dylan Hicks — who I normally find more than a little arrogant but who at least has [...]
“It’s barely yours on loan / What you think you own / The place that you call home”
May 5, 2005
Built to Spill kicked off their summer tour here in Minneapolis last night. Bottomline: the boys from Boise rocked out (yes, they are from Twin Falls but that doesn’t have the same ring).
That band can dive into simply the most amazing jams. They play so tightly, and there is such a sense of movement, [...]
This Time I Just Know We’re Gonna Win
February 23, 2005
I’ve had some more time to digest Low’s latest, The Great Destroyer. I posted my initial response the morning after it came out, and I still stick to those words. Having had some time in the car with it, and having heard it a fair amount on The Current, it’s hit me that while I [...]
One Silver Dollar…
February 9, 2005
One silver dollar, bright silver dollar,
changing hands, changing hands.
Endlessly rollin’, wasted or stolen,
changing hands, changing hands.
Spent for a beer he’s drinking,
won by a gambler’s lust,
pierced by an outlaw’s bullet
and rusted in the blood red dust.
One silver dollar, worn silver dollar,
changing hands, changing hands,
love is a shining dollar,
bright as a Church bell’s chime
gambled and spent and [...]