rhymesayers is on
Nobody's drug-free; the streets would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a patient or a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
--From "Panic Attack"
One of evil cat's favorite pasttimes is to make lists. On one of our long drives, we compiled a list of our favorite lyricists: Willie, John Prine, Steve Earle, Tom Waits, Eddie Spaghetti. . .you know, all the obvious ones. One glaring omission from that list, I must now admit, is Slug. That dude can rhyme, and last night at the Showbox SoDo, he showed he's got it live, too.
After getting warmed up at the McCormick's on 1st and Spring, evil cat and I wandered wandered down to the Central Saloon, where after a slight hitch in communications, we connoitered with Mr. Cowell and the Sarge for a couple drinks, as it was their last night in town before returning to Minnesota. They didn't have tickets (they were going for $100 each online, accoring to Mr. Cowell!), but decided to walk down to the club to see if they could get in. After a few minutes outside, they both managed to pick up tickets and joined me and evil cat inside.
Slug started off the night hosting Atmosphere karaoke by bringing a few fans up on stage, with Slug picking them up when they stumbled. It was surprisingly entertaining, and it was cool watching him interact with the young fans, a couple of whom held their own.
The opening act, Abstract Rude, was cool enough that I might check out their records, but the night was all Atmosphere. They played a good mix of older stuff with the stuff from the new record, which is seriously growing on me. The sound was good, Slug was on, and we were all drunk and rhyming along where we knew the words. I really can't recall ever having that much fun at a show, especially an all ages show.
Do you call yourself a patient or a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
--From "Panic Attack"
One of evil cat's favorite pasttimes is to make lists. On one of our long drives, we compiled a list of our favorite lyricists: Willie, John Prine, Steve Earle, Tom Waits, Eddie Spaghetti. . .you know, all the obvious ones. One glaring omission from that list, I must now admit, is Slug. That dude can rhyme, and last night at the Showbox SoDo, he showed he's got it live, too.
After getting warmed up at the McCormick's on 1st and Spring, evil cat and I wandered wandered down to the Central Saloon, where after a slight hitch in communications, we connoitered with Mr. Cowell and the Sarge for a couple drinks, as it was their last night in town before returning to Minnesota. They didn't have tickets (they were going for $100 each online, accoring to Mr. Cowell!), but decided to walk down to the club to see if they could get in. After a few minutes outside, they both managed to pick up tickets and joined me and evil cat inside.
Slug started off the night hosting Atmosphere karaoke by bringing a few fans up on stage, with Slug picking them up when they stumbled. It was surprisingly entertaining, and it was cool watching him interact with the young fans, a couple of whom held their own.
The opening act, Abstract Rude, was cool enough that I might check out their records, but the night was all Atmosphere. They played a good mix of older stuff with the stuff from the new record, which is seriously growing on me. The sound was good, Slug was on, and we were all drunk and rhyming along where we knew the words. I really can't recall ever having that much fun at a show, especially an all ages show.
posted by poverty at 2:48 PM
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ouch, my head
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