The Rake Magazine

Year: 2007

  • Ian McEwan

    Ian McEwan is at a stage in his writing life where he could be coasting on his laurels or organizing his papers for the inevitable memoir(s). McEwan, though, is not that kind of writer—at least not yet. More than a dozen books into his career, he seems to be getting only better and more ambitious. His recent string of novels—most notably Atonement and Saturday—have displayed increasing thematic and structural complexity, as well as a warmth and compassion that was often missing from his early fiction. His latest novel is a slim piece of work, but manages to pack an epic’s worth of telling details into its examination of an often calamitous marriage.

  • Laurie Lindeen's Playlist

    Minneapolis’s music scene in the ’80s is a persistent source of nostalgia, pride, and perhaps even fairy tales. Laurie Lindeen was there; her role as guitarist and vocalist in Zuzu’s Petals, an all-girl Minneapolis rock band, put her front and center for plenty of storied music moments. She even went on to marry the crown prince of that era, Paul Westerberg. These days, Lindeen lives a much quieter life with Westerberg and their son; she recently earned an MFA in creative writing from the University of Minnesota, a course of study that helped her produce Petal Pusher, a brand-new memoir about her days (and mostly nights) in Zuzu’s Petals and the surrounding music scene. In honor of the book’s release, we asked Lindeen what songs she likes these days. Yes, we hoped for an aural blast from the past. And we got what we wanted. “I’m stuck on my old records,” said Lindeen. “My all-time favorite records are all I ever play.”

    1. X, Los Angeles (and most other X records)
    I went to the X show last summer at the Fine Line because they were my absolute all-time favorite back in the day. I made an over-forty-thinking-she’s-nineteen ass of myself, drinking, dancing, shouting the words to every song, giving Exene my favorite bracelet (which I miss horribly), winking back at Billy Zoom (who must be seventy), shamelessly flirting with John Doe (who’s aging with grace and rugged good looks) … it wasn’t pretty. After that night I re-ordered all of my X albums on CD and they’ve been in heavy rotation for almost a year (this includes The Knitters’ Poor Little Critter on the Road).

    2. Roxy Music, “Editions of You” from For Your Pleasure
    When my first “music boyfriend” in Madison, Wisconsin, introduced me to this song, it was already old. I’ve listened to it at least once a week for the past twenty-some years. Like other early Roxy stuff, this song is so foppish and glam and wild and jazzy and hard-rocking all at the same time, and it is filled with words to live by, like “stay cool is still the main rule” and “too much cheesecake too soon.” When I saw Roxy at Northrop a few summers ago, where I also made a foaming-at-the-mouth ass of myself, they closed with “Editions of You.” Even better, Poses-era Rufus Wainwright opened the show and I’ve listened to Poses at least once a month since.

    3. Robyn Hitchcock, I Often Dream of Trains
    I don’t know if it has to do with the time, place, or age you are when something grabs you hard, but for me this record is my Pet Sounds or Music from Big Pink or Sticky Fingers. Maybe it’s the sound—hollow and stripped down and driven by piano and acoustic guitar and harmonica. Or the first line of the first song: “This could be the day I’ve waited for all my life.” An inviting greeting like that will always keep me coming back for more. It’s a haunted, intimate, lonely record that is not depressed or depressing. Even though Robyn Hitchcock often hides behind cleverness and the absurd, try as he may have, he couldn’t keep his soul out of this record and for that I am forever grateful.

    4. The Jayhawks, Blue Earth
    Yesterday was a warm, sunny, spring day and as I drove to meet a friend for lunch at the Birchwood, I blasted this record in the car with the windows down. I can’t get over how strong the vocals, lyrics, and licks are on this record—it was such a fun, free time when it came out and the Jayhawks were so freaking great and untouched by the things that can wear a band down. It must be the equivalent of when my dad used to play a Buck Owens record on a Saturday afternoon, singing along with over-the-top jubilance (though I think Buck was born worn down).

    5. “Family-friendly” music
    My son is already Ramones-centric at the age of nine, but I’m having a hard time letting go of our favorite sing-along records. I’m not ready to give up Dan Zanes (especially Night Time), Burl Ives, Leadbelly, and Tom T. Hall—I still secretly listen to them alone in the car. (American folk songs should never be ignored for very long.)

    Joni Mitchell, For the Roses (followed by Court and Spark, Ladies of the Canyon, and Blue, in that order, at least one a week.)

    I’ve never been a Hejira girl, but you can’t touch Joni when it comes to originality, innovation, lyrics that should be called poems, snaky chords, brave vocals, and emotional intelligence. Amen.

    Petal Pusher: A Rock and Roll Cinderella Story is available now. As part of The Current Fakebook series, Lindeen reads from the book June 16 at the Fitzgerald Theater. Zuzu’s Petals is playing a reunion show for the occasion; joining them onstage will be music luminaries such as Paul Westerberg, Mark Olson, Steve Wynn, John Eller, Lori Barbero, Ed Ackerson, and Marc Perlman. 651-290-1221; www.mpr.org

  • Moving Water and Earth

    When Father Louis Hennepin first saw the great falls of the Mississippi in 1680, he was on furlough from a prolonged captivity at Mille Lacs Lake. The Flemish cleric and his Dakota escorts portaged downstream along the east bank on what is now Main Street in Minneapolis, then beheld the cataract he would later document to be forty or fifty feet high. This figure was exaggerated (though somewhat prescient), but empirical accuracy was never a missionary priority, and Hennepin ventured only to tally souls. The cataract was called Minirara by his guides in honor of the water’s playful descent, close phonetic kin to the nearby “laughing waters” memorialized by Longfellow. But unlike the classic bridal veil at Minnehaha Creek, here a great flood spilled over ledges across a half-mile of river, spouting and tumbling through fields of broken limestone, producing a thunder that drew the ear from miles away. The dutiful Hennepin divested the site of its evocative animism, and christened the falls for Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost things.

    Not until Zebulon Pike’s 1805 expedition was the only waterfall on the Mississippi technically surveyed at just over sixteen feet, about as high as an upended canoe. This natural wonder quickly became a scenic refuge for southern tourists escaping the summer heat. But money men were also scheming along the riverbanks, seeing only industrial power uncapitalized, and by 1870 the falls had been completely harnessed by the young city’s industrial pioneers. They had no notion that their seizure of the river’s power also halted a geologic process in its final moments.

    The St. Anthony Falls of the seventeenth century—splendid, romantic, and terrible as they were to Dakota and Franciscan alike—were the faint echo of their cataclysmic origins just downstream from St. Paul. A dozen millennia ago, a surge of ice-age runoff first flooded over and eroded the stubborn Platteville limestone to create a cataract just as impressive as today’s Niagara Falls (another natural wonder first documented by Father Hennepin). Absent the ambitions and interventions of Minneapolis millers, the river would by now have eroded to the last reach of the Platteville limestone twelve miles from its start, and our legendary falls would have dissolved into a series of rapids through the underlying sandstone.

    Even the newest residents of condominia overlooking this site should recognize St. Anthony Falls’ major components: the central spillway, or apron; the millpond fronting St. Anthony Main, which once powered a large share of the city’s industry but now generates a thread of the electricity we consume; and the boondoggle Upper St. Anthony Falls lock on the downtown side.

    There’s a fourth component, however, that has for decades gone virtually unnoticed: The St. Anthony Falls Laboratory, a bastion of water-power research embedded in the middle of the river on Hennepin Island. Rampant nature created these falls, but engineers have preserved them, and so it is most fitting that the last significant use of the Falls of St. Anthony is a playground for engineers.

     

  • Jolly Good

    Just a quick note on what felt like a very necessary win accomplished in absolutely necessary fashion, or something like that.

    After Friday night’s 13-inning affair –a game that featured another shitty performance from Ramon Ortiz and valiant comebacks that ultimately came up short– the Twins desperately needed to give their beleaguered bullpen (Pat Neshek and Matt Guerrier, in particular) a breather. To accomplish that they were going to have to get a solid start from Carlos Silva. Solid-plus, something better than merely good or decent. Seven innings, minimum.

    Given the Jackal’s recent track record, that seemed like a long shot, but Silva more than delivered, going seven-and-a-third innings and surrendering only two runs. And the offense did just enough against A.J. Burnett (three hits, four runs, three of them earned) to eke out a 4-2 victory, take their third straight series, and give themselves another shot (and their middle relievers another day of rest) tomorrow afternoon with Johan Santana taking the mound against the White Sox.

    With the Central proving to be almost exactly as tough as everybody was predicting back in April, the Twins are facing a seriously uphill battle in closing the gap. The last week, however, has demonstrated that this is another pretty resilient team. With the bullpen plagued by injury and, increasingly, overwork, and with Slowey and Garza waiting in Rochester, doesn’t it make perfect sense to call up at least one of those guys and move Ortiz into the bullpen to eat up middle innings?

    Granted, it’s improbable that either Slowey or Garza will be this year’s Francisco Liriano, but –what the hell– it still makes perfect sense to me.

    Also, what do you do with the batting order when Joe Mauer finally comes back? Since Mauer’s been on the DL, Luis Castillo has been streaking in the leadoff spot, and Morneau has been a monster batting cleanup. At this point the sad truth is that Mauer would actually be a perfect guy to bat second, given his bat control, low strikeout totals, and often ridiculous willingness to lay down a bunt. I don’t think, though, that Gardenhire is going to pencil Mauer in the two-hole, or move Morneau into the third slot. Batting the two lefties back-to-back goes against basic baseball logic, but nonetheless seems perfectly logical to me. I’d want to get Morneau to the plate in the first inning as often as possible, and with Castillo and Mauer in front of him, and Cuddyer and Hunter behind him, that’s an awful lot of RBI possibilities, and little wiggle room to pitch around the MVP.

  • Slow Dazzle: Living Outside Of Words

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    Disappointed in love and broken

    at forty she married a small town

    in Ohio

    it made no brash promises whispered nothing

    sweeter in her ear than good morning

    good afternoon good evening good night

    my dear

    good night my darling

    good night my dear

    in the morning

    I’ll still be here

  • I Take a Ripping re: Eskola

    I’ve never been able to pull off the infallibility thing. I’m genetically inclined to screwing up.

    In his comment on my non-news news post on the absence of WCCO radio reporter, Eric Eskola, Britt Robson cuts me a new one:

    “I’m late to the party here, but the big problem with this post is in the first paragraph. All the “media insiders” have pretty well been apprised of the reason(s) why Eskola is absent from the scene. Well, how were they apprised? Did Eskola tell each and every one of these “insiders”? Or did some of the media insiders decide it was okay and appropriate to gossip amongst themselves and are now trying to figure out “how do we explain it to the general public, if we do at all?”

    That double standard is patently arrogant. Whether the reason(s) behind Eskola’s hiatus are sordid or sympathetic, what purpose does it serve to essentially say, “Us media insiders have probed enough to know what’s going on but now we’ve decided that for the sake of his privacy we shouldn’t tell you.” It sets you up as clubby and elitist. Because in this case, you are.

    If you really wanted to protect Eskola’s privacy, you wouldn’t have printed a word about him. And if you REALLY wanted to protect his privacy, you would resist the temptation for behind-the-scenes sleuthing into a matter he obviously doesn’t want to publicly divulge at the current time.

    Like almost everyone in the media, I have a tremendous amount of respect for Eskola’s work. I have no idea why he left his post in the front row of Capitol press conferences, but I assume it was for a good reason. If I were a media columnist, I’d like to think I wouldn’t broach the subject until I could divulge the whole story. Of course Brian has provided me with the 20/20 hindsight on how not to proceed. Because now Eskola has less privacy than before the post, with the public rabble free to speculate and appropriately believing that the media has chosen to protect one of its own.”

    I probably should go into high defensive dudgeon, railing on with a lot of, “Who the f**k do you think you are calling me … “arrogant”, “clubby” and “elitist”? But Robson makes too many good points.

    I think I was clear enough that I was applying The Golden Rule to what I said — and the way I said what I said — about Eskola. Yes, all (okay, “many”) of us clubby media insiders had heard the story about Eric’s situation, complete with many of the details. In most circumstances I keep a distance from the strictly personal problems of local media types. Divorces, DUIs, coke habits, seen sneaking out of Sinners on Tuesday nights … I don’t care. Call me back when it effects their work.

    What got me about this story was that the clubby insider wall had been breached when I — a long ways from Eric’s inner circle — started getting asked, or rather “told” that “word was …” Eskola had screwed up professionally and was being disciplined by WCCO or someone.

    Golden Rule-wise, I wouldn’t want that happening to me. As I said, in most cases sensitive personal problems are not only forgiven by the public — if it’s an addiction or something — but most often are treated quite sympathetically, especially in the case of someone like Eskola who enjoys a solid reputation for reliability and work ethic.

    Did I think twice about saying anything at all. Yes, I did. So why did I write anything?

    Because, A. It kind of is my beat. Even in blog world. I’m a reporter. Eskola is a high-profile media person. The last days of the legislative session are like the World Series to a sports writer, with Eskola usually playing our Roger Angell. Therefore his absence is a story. B. WCCO radio wasn’t doing anything to address/suppress the “disciplinary” rumors. C. I actually believed that saying what I said — as much and as little — would stabilize the tongue-wagging a bit to Eric’s benefit.

    When he returns he may not see it that way at all. But he isn’t available for comment at the moment, and that was the call I made.

    Was there a, “have your cake and eat it too” facet to my “report”? Yeah. I can see that. I walked the line on the one hand claiming to respect his privacy while on the other getting my name in the information pipeline. It’s kind of cheesy. But that’s the game some times, and I’ll apologize for it up to a point.

    And that point is that on balance my concern for Eric’s well-being outweighed my desire/need to tell a juicy “celebrity” story. If I wanted to I could have.

    But am I clubby elitist? You’re damn right I am. And I’m paid accordingly.

  • May Sweeps TV News Ratings

    An essential part of my posts on “StribTV” is that the disintegration of the basic business model for newspapers is a harbinger of a similar breakdown of TV news. Once any source of news is available on the same screen via the same clicker as KARE and WCCO whatever “exclusiveness” those business can claim starts to melt off pretty quickly.

    And it has begun.

    Witness the ratings just released for the May sweeps — Nielsen’s “all important” ratings period — since the May numbers have an out-sized effect on setting ad rates for next fall’s Christmas buying season.

    Every station in the Twin Cities market, with the exception of Fox 9’s 10 pm news, saw erosion in audience share (the percentage of viewers out of all local TVs in use) compared with May of 2006. KARE lost 14%, WCCO lost 15%. KSTP stayed even in share, but its ratings (percentage of viewers from all possible TVs) declined 6% over the past year.

    The same trend is seen nationally, with steep dips in viewing not only of network news, but also for previously monolithic entertainment programming like “American Idol”, “CSI” and “Lost” (which, in my opinion, rallied quite nicely in dramatic terms). The Hollywood Reporter provides an analysis here.

    For those of you not quite interested enough to click through, the gist is that we have arrived at that moment in the future when time-shifting by TiVo and other digital video recorders has met the video explosion on the internet with the result being a serious erosion in the way Americans’ make “appointments” with network and cable television.

    Put another way, the great shift has already begun and TV is losing viewers at least as fast as newspapers are losing readers.

    Jeanine Socha is a reliable TV audience analyst having tracked ratings for WCCO-TV for years before shifting across town to Comcast cable.

    Her look into how what I’ll sloppily refer to as the “TiVo revolution” (the TiVo company would kill to be able to corner the market on digital recording), effects local news tells her that, “most network programming, shows like “American Idol”, “CSI”, are watched within one hour of when they were recorded, 75% within one day and 90% within two days.”

    The “within one hour” part hits late local news particularly hard, and, if I’m following her correctly, there is no indication of any significant interest in TiVo-ing the local news.

    Net effect? Significantly fewer viewers for KARE, WCCO, KSTP, etc.

    There is some migration going on, with more viewers shifting over to cable programming (“The Daily Show” increased slightly from a 1.4 to a 1.6 share), but far more significantly, viewers have begun to use technology to rearrange their TV watching schedules to their convenience and appear to be making a value judgment on creating “special time” for the local news.

    Here are the actual numbers for May ’07 vs. May ’06

    WCCO…………..11.5/22…………14.3/26
    KARE…………..9.5/18………….11.5/21
    KSTP…………..6.4/12…………..6.8/12
    KMSP…………..2.8/8……………2.8/5

    Another interesting bit, also from the Hollywood Reporter, is this list of ratings for every primetime show the networks ran during the just wrapped ’06-’07 season.

  • and then some …

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    I liked Rick Nelson’s Taste 50 in the Strib the other day…but I want to add a few more.

    The breads from Rustica Bakery in Mpls are something I think about often. Craving a crusty baguette with a fluffy, airy center or a dense pugliese with purpose right now.

    The U of M Arboretum is responsible for the Honeycrisp apple, bringing in Michael Pollan as a speaker, and pioneering hardy wine grapes. Check out their summer programs for kids which teach them about growing food, and the new Summerhouse which provides a place to buy their tasty wares.

    Town Hall Brewery are the unsung meisters of beer. They consistently put out award winning beers that challenge the average drinker. Their growler program is genius and their seasonally available Retreating Darkness (made with local Peace Coffee) is the only way to suffer being a Northerner.

    The slab of Nueske’s smoked bacon as a side dish at Manny’s Steakhouse. Yeah, it’s not really good for you, but man is it gooooood.

    Sue Zelickson. More than just chatting on the radio and writing about restuarants, Sue Selickson is a force in the food world: she has worked hard to feed hungry kids, she has inspired and supported countless women in the culinary fields, and best yet, she shows no signs of stopping.

  • The Weekend in Wax

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    This weekend there’s a fashion wax museum event at Trocaderos, and I’ve noticed that it’s getting some attention. If you’re interested in attending the affair, I direct you to the Still In Style site. You’ll be pleased to know some fine designers are involved–including a couple locals familiar to us from Voltage (Hyper Lush and Kimberly Jurek). I do admit that I have my suspicions about this event … Will the “creep factor” shoot through the roof (as in the photo above)? But I’m trying my best to suspend judgment, dear friends. My promise to you: Photos. Reportage. Coming. Sometime next week.

    Update! Promise Broken! Unfortunately, the live “wax models” were fashionably late about getting dressed that evening. And a close friend I had not seen in ages just happened to be rolling through town. But alas, I saw some lovely set designs:
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  • Celebrate Paris, Comedy, Jazz, and Memorial Day

    FILM
    La-dee-dah, Everybody Loves Paris

    Picture 1.pngIf you can’t get to Paris, perhaps this is the next best option (or at least it might inspire you to go). But in all honesty, it’s not about Paris. It’s not about travel. It’s not about France. It’s about must-see film — Paris, Je T’aime. This collection of stories from over 20 celebrated filmmakers from around the world paints an unequaled portrait of contemporary Paris. Weaving tales of love, loss, and unexpected encounters, Paris, Je T’aime features actors Natalie Portman, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Elijah Wood, Nick Nolte, Bob Hoskins, Juliette Binoche, Emily Mortimer, Rufus Sewell, Gena Rowlands, Miranda Richardson, and Steve Buscemi. Directors include the Coen Brothers, Gus Van Sant, Gurinder Chadha, Wes Craven, Alfonso Cuarón, Gérard Depardieu, Christopher Doyle, Walter Salles, Alexander Payne, Tom Tykwer, and Olivier Assayas. This is a big deal, guys. Don’t pass it up.

    2:20,4:45,7:15 9:40, Uptown Theater, 2906 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-825-6006; $8.25 ($5.75 seniors and children).

    Watch a trailor.

    FILM by Peter Schilling
    Mafioso Opens Tonight for One Week Only

    mafioso_new.jpgThis acclaimed comedy classic was made in 1962, given a brief American run in ’64, and then, for forty years, it vanished like a mob boss on the Witness Protection Program. Nino, the lead character, is a portly middle manager, happily passing time at a Fiat plant in Milan. He finally returns home to a little Sicilian village for the vacation he’s been promising his family for years — giving them the chance to finally meet his northern Italian wife and two daughters. But before he embarks on this trip, a local mob boss asks our poor hero to deliver a small package to one Don Vincenzo, the reigning capo of Nino’s hometown. Being a comedy, all hell must break loose. However, Mafioso isn’t just slapstick, but a poignant examination of the emergence of two Italys — the industrial north and the provincial south. Created a good seven years before the eponymous novel on which The Godfather was based, Mafioso is an obvious influence, yet it stands on its own as a sunny comedy.

    7:10 p.m., Lagoon Cinema, 1320 Lagoon Ave., Minneapolis; 612-825-6006; $8.25 ($5.75 seniors and children).

    MUSIC by Britt Robson
    Eric Alexander Group

    EricAlexander_et_al_TimTyler.jpgAlexander is a throwback to the halcyon days of hard-bop battle royals, when a man could walk into a club with a tenor saxophone and blow the house down. Just thirty-eight, Alexander knows how to stoke a barn-burning solo until the patrons are hollering even before the climaxes. But he also burnishes his supple, muscular tone with a tidy blend of intellect and curiosity that enables him to twist but not disfigure bop chestnuts and other jazz standards. And his apprenticeship with Memphis pianist Harold Mabern has provided him with a tangible grasp of the blues. By now his annual engagement at the AQ has become a calendar-date-circling event, made all the more so this time out by the possible inclusion of pianist David Hazeltine from Milwaukee.

    Friday and Saturday at 9 p.m., Sunday at 8 p.m., Artists’ Quarter, 408 St. Peter St., St. Paul; 651-292-1359; $15.

    MORE MUSIC
    And Then There’s Sunday

    Mmmmm. Is there a better way to spend a Sunday than milling about great art listening to music? The Cities 97 Acoustic Sunrise Concert series continues this Sunday with a performance by Love Songs for Angry Men. Sit in the ArtsBreak Coffee Shop or tour the galleries while you start your morning with art and music. You’ve got a two-hour window, so don’t be late.

    Sunday at 11 a.m., ArtsBreak Coffee Shop, Minneapolis Institute of Arts, 2400 Third Ave. S., Minneapolis.

    Sunday evening won’t pale in comparison. Members of Sound Ideas will perform music and poetry for an intimate evening of creation. The ensemble includes Douglas Ewart (saxophones and invented instruments) and Mankwe Ndosi (vocals) from Minneapolis; Joel Wanek (upright bass) and Dan Godston (trumpet and percussion) from Chicago; and Jim Ryan (tenor saxophone), now from Oakland.

    Sunday at 7:30 p.m., Center for Independent Artists, Black Box Theater, 4137 Bloomington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-724-8392; $8.

    THEATRE & PERFORMANCE
    An Unlikely Pair

    ShowPicture.jpegHow is that I haven’t heard a word about Hamluke? I have to assume that either you just don’t know about it, or I’ve simply missed all the buzz. How can you not be talking about something so utterly weird? Hamluke. Ham-Luke. Hamlet and Luke. Hamlet and Star Wars. It’s the bastard child of William Shakespeare and George Lucas. Just go see it. It’s the show’s final weekend, and it’s too crazy to miss. Besides, don’t we just have to know if there are Klingons?

    7 & 10 p.m., The Hennepin Stages Upper Level, 824 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-673-0404; $20.

    Check out this video of Hamluke. It offers a great preview.

    SALES
    Vintage, Discarded, and Designer Items

    Go for a little drive and rummage through antiques, collectibles, vintage items, and other treasures from more than 300 dealers at the Trader’s Market in Elko (20 minutes south of the Twin Cities). Saturday through Monday, I-35 and Cty. Rd. 2, Elko; 952-461-2400.

    One man’s garbage is another man’s furniture. You’ll find chairs, drafting tables, videos, Casio keyboards, AV gear, clothes, movie posters, artwork, and other random items at the Roske-Pettis Moving Sale. Saturday from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m., 1402 Spruce Place, Loring Park, Minneapolis.

    Looking for something a little more luxurious and a little less used? Help the Design Collective empty their racks and make room for their Summer Collection. Get 10 to 50 percent off select clothing, accessories, and jewelry through Thurday. Then stop by on Friday for the Summer Collection Debut, and be the first to see and shop the latest collections of the best local designers. 1311 26th St. W., Minneapolis; 612-377-1000.

    MEMORIAL DAY FARE

    Celebrate Memorial Day with a groundbreaking ceremony for the Honoring All Veterans Memorial. Join Chuck Lindberg — the last surviving flag-raiser at Iwo Jima — and Congressman Keith Ellison for a pig roast, a raffle, an paper airplane toss with chance to win a car, live music, and more.

    1 p.m., Veterans Memorial Park, 6335 Port;and Ave. S., Richfield; 612-861-9395; food $4-$5, drinks $2, raffle $5.

    When the pig has been devoured, and the crowd is dwindling, grab some friends and head over to the 7th Street Entry for experimental rocksters Frog Eyes, with Yeasayer and The Umbrella Sequence. It’ll be worth the $8.