My friend J. Otis is recuperating from a serious illness and this campaign to raise money to help pay for some of his expenses is over the half-way point to meeting its goal. Please contribute and help out one of the Twin Cities’ greatest talents. Thank you very much.
THIS JUST IN: To my peeps in the Twin Cities – there is a fundraiser being held at Intermedia Arts, here is the info:
Members from the community are coming together to produce a benefit show honor and celebrate local treasure J. Otis Powell‽ on Wed July 15th at Intermedia Arts (7pm). We would love to have you there to witness & contribute to the wall poetry/word/image mural that will hang in J. Otis’s recovery room. Come commune, jam and celebrate with us.
Purchase your ticket here:
The dog kennel is de-pooped, for now. Those maple tree helicopter things are still hovering down. Chris has been valiantly blowing them off the deck where they are not wanted, then sweeping and carrying them off into the new spring compost bin. The mushy leaves which we use to cover the hosta jungle on the shady side of the yard have been raked up and also added into the compost oven. Hey, we’re not scholars from the Rodale Institute or anything, but compost really rocks. And so do rocks – the back yard has been totally Fred Flintstoned. A pond-with-3-tiered-waterfall project became Chris’ answer to losing a huge tree in the back of the yard; instead of removing the huge tree trunk he just added huge boulders and began the waterfall. It’s his baby which needs tending to occasionally; the pond portion has little leaks from time-to-time but generally we’ve been pretty happy with it. The birds, especially cardinals, seem to love to take little showers in the waterfall; they hang out there for hours sometimes. In early spring a couple of mallards stop and visit as though they’re looking at real estate – “honey, I know it’s just a one-bedroom but we wouldn’t have those damned Drakes next door causing all that racket.” (That’s me, anthropromorpholizing our duck visitors.) Then they see that we have two big dogs, and the sale goes south in a quick hurry.
We hardly travel for a variety of reasons; it’s expensive, we never have enough time, we’re not good planners, we’ve got two big dogs. So for us, our little plot of South Minneapolis is our retreat. Sure, there are the sounds of cars, trucks and motorcycles whooshing by down on the street, but we pretend it’s the sound of waves crashing on the Northern Pacific shoreline somewhere (ok, I do that, Chris isn’t quite there yet). There are the occasional shouts, firecrackers, those crotch rocket things that I don’t even like to call motorcycles, and sometimes dogs who have been left in their yards who won’t stop barking, but it all comes with the territory. We have plants that attract butterflies and even hummingbirds; squirrels, rabbits, raccoons and even possums like to hang out in our sanctuary.
We’re city folk at heart, I guess. Summertime, and the living is easy. So here’s a slooomooo moment. It’s one of those reminders to live in the present.
I just realized I haven’t posted in a little while. I’m still feeling after-effects of the Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds show on Saturday. They did all the Big Hits, including this one. Powerful. Menacing. I needed this night out after weeks of work overload. My marbles are all scattered right now.
Oh the opening act, Barfight, no, Bananagirls? No. Shit, now I gotta look it up. Oh, Warpaint. Sorry, they were terrible. Really terrible. That’s my review. This is why I’m a dj and not a music writer.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds delivered – truly great show. Probably better than the last time I saw them (also at the State Theatre.) But what a weird crowd – were they all mostly Current people? I realize I’m old, from a lost, forgotten generation (I believe it’s the Blank Generation, and I can take it or leave it each time). But it’s Nick Cave’s generation at least. These little pecker heads with their little straw hats, polo shirts and cargo shorts sorta make me wanna puke. “I’m really torn because I bought these Nick Cave tickets long before I realized I’d be missing Rock the Garden…I’m really bummed,” this little shit sitting next to me was saying. Makes me want to react in a violent manner. What’s happening? What in the fuck is happening?
I’ll be manning the KFAI promo table (we’re co-sponsoring) at this show this Sunday night at Mill City Nights. I’m looking forward to a nice night of noise. Earplugs? Balderdash!!!
Can’t wait until this is released here in Mpls, where it all happened! And I’m so glad it all happened.
Our local and legendary Bill Batson of the Mighty Mofos singing “Slow Death” with the legendary Charlie Pickett at First Avenue 3/1/14
The Sonics doing “Psycho” First Avenue 3/1/14
The Crowd was well pleased.
It’s 44-degrees farenheit in Minneapolis right now. I can barely type – my fingers are shaking. We have more snow on the way, and it’ll go back down into single digits pretty soon, but, you know, there’s hope for the future. The world isn’t dead and will become unfrozen. It will happen. It will happen.
In the meantime I gotta practice my rite of spring dance moves.
Was in a rather gnarly funk this morning, gray and dark skies lending a hand to the mood. The dogs don’t even want to get off the couch, and neither do I. And then, I learned that the new JU&B was up on the archives. Many layers have been peeled back and I feel as though I may be able to live through another Minnesota winter’s day. Thanks you guys.
Mmmm, I really need coffee. I have already decided that I am not going to venture out into subzero temps today (gosh, it’s up to -2 this morning in Minneapolis – and going up to 1 above – what???) — I mean I don’t need to go anywhere because I don’t have any interviews set up or anything. So I’ll go make me a pot of Peets. Wait though, the dogs want to go out. Let them out. Oh no, they don’t have water in their dishes. Get them water. Oh no, the plants are all dry. Get them water. Now what else needed water? Oh, dogs. Oh, now the dogs wanna come in. Let dogs in. The recycling almost topples over as I open the back door. Think I’ll organize the recycling and take it out at some point today – maybe I will go outside, just for that. Oh, the dogs want their treats. Make them do their little dog tricks and give them their treats. That was fun, as usual. Oh man, I could sure use some coffee. Oh, look at those dishes in the sink. I’ll just do those. But I can’t – I’m out of soap. Ok. I’ll need to go to the store. Oh look, the refrigerator is dirty on the outside. Wipe it off. Open fridge. Start throwing out stuff. Oh, no, now I’ll need to take out the garbage too. I can’t leave all that stinky stuff in the garbage. And I’ll definitely need to go to the store to get dishwashing liquid because now there’s several dirty tupperware containers from the fridge. What now? Oh yeah, coffee. Make coffee. But I think I’ll check my email first because maybe somebody got back to me about a possible interview. Nope. Ok. Since I’m here I’ll check Facebook too. Oh it’s my friend’s birthday – I’ll write happy birthday on their wall. But I should really call them as well. Just writing on their Facebook wall seems cheesy. Ok, left a voicemail message, that seems about right. But why don’t they take my call? They have a cell phone, why didn’t they answer? Are they annoyed at me for some reason? Ok, stop that right now. Ok, now I was gonna do something else. Oh yes, make coffee.
Yes, I did do this. “Snag” = Sensitive New Age Guy, f.y.i.
This was fun while it lasted. This demo was recorded in my basement (the Diabetic Jubilee Studios) and lovingly engineered by the almighty David B. Livingstone of God Bullies fame and fortune. We shared a really stinky practice space with the Cows above a fish market (that’s why it was stinky) at the corner of Bloomington and Lake for about a year or so. We did some shows at the Uptown and 7th Street Entry, and played a few parties, and also a really fun show at the Speedboat Gallery. It was good. Sigh.