Post by hudson99 on Oct 22, 2004 14:27:15 GMT -5
Here I am toiling away at work, living on strong coffee and little else. Three hours of sleep is not enough for this 42 year old guy.
But it's all worth it.
Yesterday, my friend Traci and I drove up to the Rock For Karl benefit. Minneapolis is four hours away, and we should have spent the night, but since I am taking so many days off in the next few weeks (Wilco, Paul, Pixies...and the Twins playoffs two weeks ago) we decided to pretend we were 21 once again.
We hit the Cities about 2:30 and had lunch at Brit's, then wandered down to Let it Be Records before hitting the Quest. The line wasn't too long at the Quest, and within a few minutes we were let in.
We settled in upstairs, directly opposite the stage. I was hoping that I could use the video capture feature on my digital camera to catch a song but discovered the zoom feature doesn't work with video. Instead, I took about 100 pictures.
Everybody else has commented on the music, so I'm not going to go on too much about. Paul, of course, was fantastic (although the lighting sucked), Soul Asylum was surprisingly good, and seeing Bob Mould reunite with Grant Hart was amazing.
But I didn't expect what happened next. According to the schedules that were floating around, the Gear Daddies were due up next. This was the first lengthy delay of the night, and we were both starting to feel the affects of a full day of driving (and a couple of drinks). As the band came on, I noticed it didn't look like the Gear Daddies. Suddenly, Traci popped me on the shoulder, "It's Paul."
And it was. Actually, it was Grandpaboy, hat and all, slamming through an amazing version of "Dead Flowers" with Kraig Johnston, Dan Murphy, Marc Perlman, one of the Boquist Brothers, and a female drummer I didn't recognize.
Unfortunately, Paul...I mean Grandpaboy left after that song. I shouted out for him throughout the rest of the set to no avail. Golden Smog was pretty damn good, even if Gary Louris and Jeff Tweedy were absent.
Since we had no interest in seeing Martin Zellar sing those same Gear Daddies songs for the millionth time, we decided to hit the road. Four hours of really thick fog, and it never let up. Finally, at 3:30 am we pulled into my driveway, and three hours later I'm sitting in my office. Tonight I'll be sleeping.
But it's all worth it.
Yesterday, my friend Traci and I drove up to the Rock For Karl benefit. Minneapolis is four hours away, and we should have spent the night, but since I am taking so many days off in the next few weeks (Wilco, Paul, Pixies...and the Twins playoffs two weeks ago) we decided to pretend we were 21 once again.
We hit the Cities about 2:30 and had lunch at Brit's, then wandered down to Let it Be Records before hitting the Quest. The line wasn't too long at the Quest, and within a few minutes we were let in.
We settled in upstairs, directly opposite the stage. I was hoping that I could use the video capture feature on my digital camera to catch a song but discovered the zoom feature doesn't work with video. Instead, I took about 100 pictures.
Everybody else has commented on the music, so I'm not going to go on too much about. Paul, of course, was fantastic (although the lighting sucked), Soul Asylum was surprisingly good, and seeing Bob Mould reunite with Grant Hart was amazing.
But I didn't expect what happened next. According to the schedules that were floating around, the Gear Daddies were due up next. This was the first lengthy delay of the night, and we were both starting to feel the affects of a full day of driving (and a couple of drinks). As the band came on, I noticed it didn't look like the Gear Daddies. Suddenly, Traci popped me on the shoulder, "It's Paul."
And it was. Actually, it was Grandpaboy, hat and all, slamming through an amazing version of "Dead Flowers" with Kraig Johnston, Dan Murphy, Marc Perlman, one of the Boquist Brothers, and a female drummer I didn't recognize.
Unfortunately, Paul...I mean Grandpaboy left after that song. I shouted out for him throughout the rest of the set to no avail. Golden Smog was pretty damn good, even if Gary Louris and Jeff Tweedy were absent.
Since we had no interest in seeing Martin Zellar sing those same Gear Daddies songs for the millionth time, we decided to hit the road. Four hours of really thick fog, and it never let up. Finally, at 3:30 am we pulled into my driveway, and three hours later I'm sitting in my office. Tonight I'll be sleeping.