Smoked crispy chicken sammie – buttermilk biscuit, broccoli cole slaw, refrigerator pickles; chicken fried chicken meatloaf w/peppered gravy; fried chicken thighs dressed w/Fulton Lonely Blond hot sauce; green bean casserole; scalloped potato hotdish; pickled collard greens and glorified rice @ The Rabbit Hole, Minneapolis
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
Hanging out with the old Mac nerds at MVCC
The 100-mile-a-month thing is still alive (barely)
The shorts are back – 12 miles up and down the Mississippi, from Hidden Falls to Franklin
My latest dream/nightmare: passenger on a plane that stalls and makes a flaming emergency landing on a highway
Don’t watch much college basketball (even in March), but that Wisconsin-Arizona game was some good entertainment
The NCAA understands free live streaming
Had a dream about claustrophobia that was really a nightmare – wide open spaces for me, please
So long FirstTech – thanks for your help all these years
Trying to rebuild the base without killing the ankle – slow 14 miles in Eagan and Apple Valley (0 bpm, but first robin of 2014)
Since I’ve never seen them before, I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Drive-By Truckers at First Avenue. I mean, I have several of their albums (including the new English Oceans) and just saw former DBT singer Jason Isbell there. Wasn’t really expecting a 31-song, three hour show though…
As Chris Riemenschneider wrote in his review, many people grew tired by the end, with a steady flow leaving before the last song. I got there early to catch Portland’s entertaining Blitzen Trapper, stood on my usual first step up by the side of the sound board and was very tired by the end of DBT’s main set. I headed for the back bar right after Hell No I Ain’t Happy and hung out there just to see how long they would play. It was almost like the end of the last Har Mar Superstar show I saw at the Turf Club – they didn’t seem to want to leave the stage.
I wish I would’ve listened to the new album more before this show, seeing how much of it they played. A lot of times I can just sit back and enjoy groups when I don’t know a lot of the songs, but that’s a little tougher when it goes on for three hours. It also turns out that I like Patterson Hood’s voice more than Mike Cooley (no offense – he’s strong too), so half of the songs I liked more than the others. The guitar work on all of them was pretty damn strong, though. I’ll have to brush up on my DBT history – the crowd was obviously way more knowledgeable about the older tracks than I am.
The eventual end of the show was very “rock star,” with each person leaving the stage one by one as the song continued. The last man standing was Brad “The EZB” Morgan, the drummer with one of the most awesome beards I’ve ever seen. The Hood incident with the guy in the audience was sweet – he must’ve been sharing notes with Isbell on how to deal with jerks. Too bad more acts (and venue staff) don’t deal with “bad actors” in this manner. And take all the drunk bro talkers with them, please…
Two other things I really liked last night: 1) Blitzen Trapper covering Joe Walsh’s Rocky Mountain Way and 2) the free glasses of ice water left out on the bar at the end of the night. I’m guessing they’ve always done the water thing, but this was the first time (in all these years) that I’ve noticed it. Set list (according to Chris) below.
Up next: Vernon Reid at the Walker on April 26th
Hell No, I Ain’t Happy. But I ain’t too crappy, too crappy at all…
How can I possibly pick between Beastie Boys and Johnny Cash? I hate this Current promotion
First Eagan bunny of 2014 – ran 10.3 slow miles on ice, around puddles and through slush (0.097 BPM)
Not sure which I’m more relieved about – the concert ending or that it’s not snowing out
The free glasses of ice water on the bar might be my favorite First Avenue thing ever
