...from the Road
April 25
The Meeting Grounds, St. Joseph MN


Getting There
     It is amazing how horrible traffic in Minneapolis can be sometimes.  I tried every available freeway that I knew from my 20 odd years of living in the Mini-apple and still, at every attempt we were greeted by the slow, poisonous crawl of rush hour traffic... and this was at 3 in the afternoon.  After the Cities thought, things got just about as smooth as they can in my '89 Olds.
Fingers Given/Received
     None yet in this category... but oh so close.  Halfway up from Rochester we ran into the lane-change Nazi.  His devotion and fascist adherence to the laws of "slower traffic to the right" were both admirable and mind boggling.  He came up behind us and (although we were going 70 with many cars directly infront of us) flashed his brights at us... thus signaling us to move over.  We watched him as he did this to just about everybody on the road, swerving from lane to lane and leaving his blinker on for miles.  We just watched him in the rear view mirror and chuckled.  It was the most fun I've ever had driving.  Two highlights:
            - The moment when he actually took to large pointing gestures to get people to change lanes.
            - The fact that, after about 20 miles, he seemed to forget that he was in a desperate hurry and just settled into
              driving like the rest of us.

Music listened to on the Way
     David Wilcox - what you whispered
     Vigilantes of Love - summershine
     Bebo Norman - big blue sky
     a couple mix cds

Activities for the Trip Up
     Mostly just talking, although, after the cds ran out we reverted to a spontaneous game of trying to think of and perform the most random songs from our childhood.  It is amazing what a lack of constant stimulation will do for creativity.  Turn off your TV if you don't believe me.  Most random song sung all the way through: "Where is Thumpkin?"

The Meal
     Pizza as always, from the local joint next door.  We were served by two college students who looked like they were perpeptually stuck in high school.  They came out and sat in the dinning room for smoke breaks any chance they got.
The Gig
     Nice place.  We started playing to about 7 very studious people... hey, at least the workers were listening.  Then, about half way through the set, a ton of people came in... so now, instead of having 7 very quiet uninterested people we now had about 40 very loud and uninterested people.  We played well though.  Turned the system up to 11s and played like a rock band.  Debuted two new songs: Slide and You're Only Beautiful.
     No tips, cd sales, or mailing list sign-ups.  Also, we decided that a four foot tall Buddha would be a great stage visual.  I don't so much mind having a few gigs that turn out to be more "glorified practices" than actual sharings of music and presence but gigs like this do really make one questioning the practicality and relevancy of doing music this way.  Would anyone there have noticed if we had been replaced by a jukebox and cardboard cutouts? 

Quote that Sums up the Night
     "I really liked your songs... well, the one i heard anyway."

Coolest Moment
     Collectively not giving a damn if no one was listening and just playing our hearts.
The Drive Back
     Mostly quiet talking over the ceaseless rhythm of the house mix we had in.  How much of the 4/4 beat can you stand in one sitting?

Culinary Delights
     For the ride home we had the kind "ground crew" at the coffee shop heat up the pizza we hadn't finished for dinner.  It was three times as good re-heated.

The Summary
     Another fun night of good music and bad business.