we have a show saturday. ONly problem is that our lead singer blew out his voice, bad enough to have to go to the doctor, and the news wasn't so good.
Allegedly, he had an aneurysm in his throat (not his brain thank fucking christ). So the Dr gave him some anti biotics and other shit.
With any luck his throat will be healed soon.
The other night i went to go see Grant Heart play the Turf Club. You know, Grant heart, The guy from Husker Du... Ya know, Husker Du, one of the most influential and innovative "post punk" bands to come out of anywhere (let alone minneapolis) in the 80's.
While the show was amazing it was also whole heartedly depressing.
This is someone that every goddamn band from this city has been influenced by, wheather they know it or not. Out of the 40 people that stuck around for grant, maybe 15 cared. The rest were there for the drinks.
Even one of the opening acts, the "no tallent ass clowns, should have been a ska band, wish i was in weezer, hey guys i swear it's not the lamest thing in the world to wear matching jump suits on stage, lets play so girls think we're cute" Olympic Hopefuls shit talked him onstage at his own show. It appears 2 shows were booked that night. One by the owner: Grant Heart, the Shut ins, and Mute Era. The other buy some guy that works at the club. He got MGD (the piss taste of all beer) and drive 105 (come one kids we're just as good as rev) to sponsor the event. The Olyimpic Suckfuls were supposed to play in the basement. But they bitched enough to get put on the bill upstairs.
On stage they thanked the other bands "for crashing our party" with no hint of Irony.
All of this has proven that the scene here will chew you up and spit you out. Grant heart should be headlining the main room along the likes of Paul Westerberg and Dave pirner. But instead i paid 3 bucks to see him at a bar where no one cared.
Fuck
Allegedly, he had an aneurysm in his throat (not his brain thank fucking christ). So the Dr gave him some anti biotics and other shit.
With any luck his throat will be healed soon.
The other night i went to go see Grant Heart play the Turf Club. You know, Grant heart, The guy from Husker Du... Ya know, Husker Du, one of the most influential and innovative "post punk" bands to come out of anywhere (let alone minneapolis) in the 80's.
While the show was amazing it was also whole heartedly depressing.
This is someone that every goddamn band from this city has been influenced by, wheather they know it or not. Out of the 40 people that stuck around for grant, maybe 15 cared. The rest were there for the drinks.
Even one of the opening acts, the "no tallent ass clowns, should have been a ska band, wish i was in weezer, hey guys i swear it's not the lamest thing in the world to wear matching jump suits on stage, lets play so girls think we're cute" Olympic Hopefuls shit talked him onstage at his own show. It appears 2 shows were booked that night. One by the owner: Grant Heart, the Shut ins, and Mute Era. The other buy some guy that works at the club. He got MGD (the piss taste of all beer) and drive 105 (come one kids we're just as good as rev) to sponsor the event. The Olyimpic Suckfuls were supposed to play in the basement. But they bitched enough to get put on the bill upstairs.
On stage they thanked the other bands "for crashing our party" with no hint of Irony.
All of this has proven that the scene here will chew you up and spit you out. Grant heart should be headlining the main room along the likes of Paul Westerberg and Dave pirner. But instead i paid 3 bucks to see him at a bar where no one cared.
Fuck
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throat aneurysm??? wtf!! sounds kinda made up to me, LOL? i wonder where else you can get those....