Year: 2008

  • CSS

    Brazilian band Cansei de Ser Sexy (otherwise known as CSS) will make a
    stop at First Avenue on July 30th to promote their new album *Donkey*,
    which will hit stores July 21st.

    The Go! Team with Matt and Kim and Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head will
    be appearing with the up-and-coming South American group, sponsored by
    89.3 The Current. The show starts at 8 pm in the Main Room. Tickets are
    $20 and can be purchased in advance at www.first-avenue.com.

  • Jenny Dalton's Multimedia Showcase

    The best of the 48 Hour Film Festival will be showcased at Bryant Lake
    Bowl when Jenny Dalton takes the stage for her second annual
    performance. She will be joined by former Cloud Cult members Dan
    Greenwood on drums and Maria Stemm on bass. Local folk heroine Eliza
    Blue and El Perdido will also appear at the show, which starts at 7 pm
    July 24th.

    Tickets are $8 in advance and $10 at the door. Advance tickets are
    recommended. Sponsored by Radio K. For more information, visit www.bryantlakebowl.com.

  • Midsummer Festival

    Just about anyone can be an artist when the Center for Independent
    Artists hosts the Midsummer Festival on Wednesday, July 23 in South
    Minneapolis. The festival will feature welding, Afro-Cuban drumming, a
    T-Shirt studio, performances, free ice cream and more.

    The fun begins at 6 pm in Bancroft Meadows Park on 42nd and Bloomington
    across from the Center for Independent Artists/El Colegio Building.
    Sponsored by the Center for Independent Artists, the Bancroft
    Neighborhood Association and the Midtown Farmer’s Market. Come act up
    for a creative evening! For more information, visit www.c4ia.org.

  • Attitude City Yacht Club 2008

    A glimmering Minneapolis night on the water. And fireworks. What could
    be more perfect? Attitude City’s Third Annual Yacht Club sets sail July
    26th for a night of dancing and celebration on the Mississippi River.

    Boarding begins at 9:15 pm at Boom Island Park. Pre-boarding drinks
    will be served at the Northeast Yacht Club starting at 7 pm. After the
    largest charter yacht sets sail, music by DJs Karl Frankowski and Jeff
    Dubois with special guest Mike the 2600 King will rock the night away
    until the Aquatennial fireworks light up the sky.

    Tickets are $30 and can be bought by e-mailing attitudecity@gmail.com or in person at ROBOTLove and Cliché. Fashion dress is strongly encouraged. Act fast, as the event will be a sure sell-out.

  • Vans Warped Tour 2008

    Less than twelve hours after Nine Inch Nails wraps up, you can roll out of bed and head out to Canterbury Park for VWT, the extravaganza all the snarly-snarky-kewl skate-punks love to disdain. And there’s plenty to curl your lip at, what with 76 bands on the docket (no lie) and a much broader cross-section than the original thrash gatherings. You’ve got the gamut from commercial pop breakthroughs like Katy Perry, to rappers like MURS to ska-punkers like Reel Big Fish to earnest (and must-see) rockers such as Against Me! (ride that tiger logo!) to locals-made good Motion City Soundtrack. So, for every band you love to hate—put me down for poseurs like Gym Class Heroes and the insufferable Angels and Airwaves—there’s bound to be a couple capable of turning your crank who are grinding it out elsewhere on the grounds. Wear comfortable clothes and pray for dry shade, dude.

  • Nine Inch Nails

    The new Trent Reznor isn’t for everybody, including a large portion of his established fan base, who cherished the obsessive perfectionist who pushed the industrial-punk envelope with vintage stuff like Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral. But after waiting at least five years apiece to put out his first three discs, the sex symbol of brutal gloom has ripped out four or five (decide for yourself if Remix qualifies) since 2005, and two this year alone. The latest, The Slip, continue his plunge toward power-pop, albeit with plenty of angst, dreamy-doomy sound-swoops, and corrosive beats, a fabulous collection to bring into the Target Center with a full-fledged band. The quintet will include guitarist Robin Finck (back from his bit with Guns ‘n’ Roses), Beck bassist Justin Meldal-Johnson and drummer Josh Freese, who is a rhythmic blowtorch on The Slip. According to nin.com, there will be a handful of relatively obscure, also surprisingly poppy, opening acts, the best of whom is A Place To Bury Strangers, whose “To Fix The Gash In Your Head” is industrial-surf-thrash, like a Dwane Eddy/Marilyn Manson mash-up.

  • When Mr. Right Throws a Left

    And now for part two of my review on This Sporting Life. Because you play sports like I do, I realize your time is short and you do not favor a Freudian analysis of the film’s finer points. And really, don’t all rush to read this; the first part of my review was so extensively read that the the servers might shut down again.

    Here is a short Monkeywrench review:

    1) It’s about sports. The book, which won the MacMillan Prize for literature in 1961, was written by a former rugby player from Northern England who attended Art School.

    The sports treatment in this film is far superior to the work of say, Peter Berg (a Macalester classmate of mine and yes I am jealous) in Friday Night Lights or even the older, more classic North Dallas Forty.

    I am talking smashed bodies, broken bones and fields mired in blood and mud; the life people lived before television and astroturf.

    2) It’s about women. The most riveting part of the flim is Richard Harris’ inability to make Rachel Roberts feel something for him. Had he not thrown a few lefts, he might have been Mr. Right.

    I am not trying to be witty here. This is a tough movie. The woman wounds the man with her words and the man slaps her. It’s all sinister.

    3) It has not one, but two classic Bentleys, and, I believe a convertible Alvis. The contrast of lily white cars against soot gray skies must symoblize something. It could be that the cars are actually better than people. I know this has been my experience. At least with my first Alfa named Gina.

    4) It proves apes like you and I can have feelings. OK, I won’t pull you into this. As for myself however, my woman thinks me an oaf who cares more about sports than houses. I tried to explain that I also love women’s sports. Not working. It hurts.

    5) I forget the fifth reason for the moment. Like I said, I love sports. In fact, yesterday I hit my head so hard on the ground that I am starting to loo

  • Recent Hoops News

    Timberwolves Resign Craig Smith

    This thoroughly minor signing justifiably barely caused a flutter league-wide in the NBA, but smart Wolves fans have a right to wonder why it happened. The Rhino is an undersized power forward on a ballclub that just drafted an undersized center and traded for a journeyman legit center to pair alongside their star power forward who frequently was forced to play out of position in the pivot last season. So, are we going to see Smith and Jefferson form a disastrous frontcourt again this season, or has the Rhino been signed to a 2-year deal to be 10-minute backup at the 4? The money is reportedly right, less than $4 million over two years, which inevitably leads to speculation that Smith is a placeholder as the Wolves continue preparing themselves to be a major player in the 2010 free agent market.

    Forgetting for a moment that big time free agents almost never come to this frozen tundra, the more immediate concern is, what happened to Ryan Gomes being this team’s top priority among its own free agents this summer? The trade for 6-8 Mike Miller and last year’s drafting of 6-9 Corey Brewer coupled with the signing of the 6-7 Smith doesn’t leave a lot of options for the 6-7 Gomes, who swings between the power and small forward positions. All Gomes did last season was do whatever was asked of him without complaint, while posting the second-best season, behind Jefferson, of anyone on the roster. He merits a $4-5 million payday and is exactly the kind of player who won’t embarrass a team that signs him for 3-4 years.

    The devil’s advocacy position is that neither Smith nor Gomes fits into the Wolves’ long range plans; that unlike Gomes, who will draw more interest, Smith is a cheap placeholder and that a team counting on a nucleus of Jefferson/Love/Foye/Brewer, and perhaps Miller and McCants, doesn’t have need for shorty 4’s or even swing 3-4’s. I understand this, although it makes laughable Kevin McHale’s frequent argument that people get too hung up on position at the expense of skill set and savvy. Ryan Gomes is a basketball player, the embodiment of that dictum; he makes others around him better in myriad little ways. Craig Smith is a specialist–an occasional nightmare matchup for teams in the low block–in a specialty that is neither particularly unique nor frequently required, meaning there is high supply and low demand.

    The probable good news is that Gomes may be eligible for the Kevin Garnett supersized bonus package: You get shunned in Minnesota only to land in Boston, where your services are recognized, properly invoked and handsomely rewarded in terms of both wins and dollars. There may be someone else on the market the Celts perceive as a Posey replacement, but I don’t know who. Gomes is not the defender Posey is, nor as money-certain in the clutch from long-range, but he’s younger, would be slightly cheaper, and is a fan favorite in Boston from his two years there.

    Brand Goes to Philly; Camby Lands With the Clips

    Let’s start with my minority opinion that Marcus Camby is a more valuable basketball player than Elton Brand. The market has obviously said otherwise–Brand signed a 5-year, $80 million deal with the Sixers, spurning a Clipper franchise that would have topped those numbers, while Camby is getting a mere $20 million over the next two years and was just given away for a second-round draft choice by the Nuggets. But that’s because even NBA general managers apparently undervalue defense in this league. Marcus Camby was named the league’s best defender two years ago. He is just a whisker behind Tyson Chandler as the best defensive center in basketball. And Nuggets gave him away because they didn’t want to pay the luxury tax!!

    How fucking stupid can the Denver management be? I get it that the Nuggets laid a giant egg last season and don’t want to lose a ton of money on a team that isn’t going anywhere. But to scapegoat Camby for this is asinine. What, you say Camby isn’t scapegoated, he’s just the one guy on the roster whose salary could be unloaded? Well then why is coach George Karl still around–wasn’t he the guy who couldn’t get this squad full of superstar contracts to play a lick of defense (aside from Camby, who led the NBA with 3.61 blocks per game to go with his 13 rebounds and 3.3 assists)? And why did Denver management explain they were dumping Camby to clear cap space to eventually sign free agents like chucklehead JR Smith, he of the $50 hops and 10-cent brain?

    Had Camby been kept on the squad this year, his ten mil would have been half of what Allen Iverson will make, more than four million less than both Melo and K-Mart will draw, and about $320,000 more than Nene will "earn." If I was a Nugs fan, I would be screaming bloody murder. You lose Camby but you keep Karl and the rest of the malingerers who sleepwalked through the season at the defensive end of the court? You’re seriously thinking that JR Smith is the key to your future? You have a $10 million trade exception for a year (about the only worthwhile thing received in the deal) but have the increasingly suspect Melo as your cornerstone, Iverson coming off the books at the end of the season, and the often-injured Nene and scrub Stephen Hunter as your centers alongside the often-injured K-Mart on the front line.

    If Karl is still around by New Year’s Day 2009, I’ll be amazed.

    But back to Camby versus Brand. I’ve long admired Brand’s work ethic and the way his integrity saw the Clips through some very lean years, which makes his apparent bait-and-switch with his former ballclub all the more ironic after the team, at his urging, had gone out and signed Baron Davis. Folks who favor Brand over Camby can point to him being a rare 20/10 career man after nine seasons in the league, and five years younger than Camby to boot.

    I think Camby, despite their huge age difference, will be more valuable than Brand in two years’ time. Because of Camby’s early history with injuries, he actually has fewer total NBA minutes than Brand–23,500 for EB; 21,301 for Camby. And Camby is getting better with age, setting career-highs in blocks, rebounds, and assists last season. Over the past three years he’s never grabbed fewer than 11.7 rebounds per game nor blocked fewer than 3.3 shots per game. By contrast, if we eliminate last year for Brand, who ruptured his achilles tendon and sat out all but 8 games, over his three previous (healthy) seasons, he grabbed 10 rebounds per game once (and then exactly 10.0), never blocked more than 2.5 shots per game, and registered fewer steals and assists than Camby. The only place Brand has it all over Camby is on offense. Brand’s 20.3 career average is nearly double Camby’s 10.7, and his shooting percentage is 50.5 versus Camby’s 46.7.

    But what’s harder to find, points in the paint or interior D? What’s a harder position to fill, center or power forward? And who has the better shot at being injury-free the next few years, the 6-7, 254 bull coming off a significant achilles injury who specializes in low-block offense or the 6-11, 235 shot-swatter who gets his few points mostly on mid-range jumpers? Camby is a young 34; Brand an old 29. The Clippers made out like bandits on this exchange, paying $6 million less and with less long-term obligation, for a better player.

    Yes, Camby is more redundant on a team that already has a legit center in Chris Kamen. Teams would be smart to try to run on a Clips team that sports a front line of Kamen/Camby/Thornton with the defensively challenged Baron Davis at the point and perhaps rookie Eric Gordon on the wing. But here’s a trade proposal I think would be great for both clubs: Camby and Cuttino Mobley to the Miami Heat for Shawn Marion. The Matrix would be a perfect fit between Kamen and Thorton, provide Davis and Gordon (and Thorton) with a dyamite running mate, and be the jack of defenders he was in Phoenix. Granted, Marion’s weird unhappiness with the perfect situation he was given in Phoenix, and at an inflated salary, is troubling in terms of him b
    eing a veteran leader in LA, and a contract agreement (or a sign and trade after an extension by Miami) would have to be worked out. But with Davis/Marion/Kamen as your nucleus and Eric Gordon and perhaps Deandre Jordan in your future, the Clips could make some noise in the tough Western Conference.

    Meanwhile, Miami would have Camby to go with Wade and Beasley, a perfect complement. Those who think the Heat are (or should) be building slow and sure have a lot more confidence in Wade’s ability to absorb punishment without future injury than I do. No, Miami should be in a win-soon mode, and putting a leviathan like Camby in the pivot and Wade and Beasley (and Mobley, don’t forget) on the wings is a nice little recipe for success. Just a thought.

    Posey Makes the Hornets Favorites in the West

    The best way to describe James Posey to fans in New Orleans is that he’s the anti-Bonzi Wells; a guy whose game is always better than his stats, and whose results are almost always better than the process you see before your eyes. Posey isn’t pretty–well, unless he’s making like the heir to Robert Horry on those big-time treys–but the kind of defense and rugged physicality he brings to the court isn’t meant to be pretty. He fits in so smoothly with Tyson Chandler and David West that it is tempting to think about bringing Peja Stojakovic off the bench as a 6th man of the year candidate. The ideal signing, and, if not for "Camby for a second round draft pick," the coup of the off-season acquisitions.

     

  • Kevin Mahogany Channels Big Joe Turner

    MUSIC
    Kevin Mahogany Sings Big Joe Turner



    Mahogany’s resemblance to Turner is more physical than vocal. While
    matching Big Joe’s large, expansive frame, Mahogany is more dulcet
    crooner than blues shouter, closer in spirit to another vocalist he
    feted four years ago on his Mahogany Music label, Johnny Hartman. But
    Mahogany did play a Turner-Jimmy Rushing composite in Robert Altman’s
    film, Kansas City, and as recently as last year was playing Turner
    tribute gig at Birdland in New York with the likes of saxophonist Red
    Holloway and pianist Cyrus Chestnut. While not quite so star-studded,
    the lineup at the Dakota includes a gloriously gutbucket rhythm section
    of Blue Note and Groove Merchant recording artists Reuben Wilson on the
    B-3 organ, Grant Green’s son, Grant Green Jr., on guitar, and renowned
    session and ex-Living Colour drummer JT Lewis—and vocalist Kathy Kosins
    to boot. But the main attraction remains Mahogany who in addition to
    the Turner material has done albums devoted to romantic ballads, big
    band standards and Motown hits, and unearthed the essential strengths
    of every style while showcasing his own silky baritone. Listening to
    this ace band launch into “Roll ‘Em Pete,” “Shake, Rattle & Roll,”
    or other standards associated with Turner will likely open the spigot
    on the more freewheeling side of his nature. – Britt Robson



    July 21st & 22nd, 7pm & 9:30pm, Dakota Jazz Club, 1010 Nicollet Mall, Downtown Minneapolis, $20-$25



    FILM

    The Dark Knight



    The Dark Knight
    is an impossibly good crime drama, populated with memorable characters
    and constructed with textured ideas about morality and justice and
    society’s ability to effectively mete it out against the world’s evils.
    It is an instant classic for comic book fans and is one of the most
    intensely entertaining films in years. The quality of the cast is exceeded only by director Christopher Nolan’s assured guidance of
    all his film’s moving parts. Weaker genre films are often drenched in
    selfish art direction, but Nolan favors a subtler approach that builds
    on the style established in the first film and he composes action and
    violence firmly grounded in reality. Audiences overdosed on poorly
    implemented computer graphics fakery will find The Dark Knight a jolting tonic. – Joe Kvam



    Read the full review HERE.



    Locations and times vary, click HERE for local listings.






    BENEFIT EVENT

    Summer Sounds


    Do a little good tonight! The Minneapolis Aquatennial and The Harrington Foundation have teamed up for this year’s Summer Sounds benefit event. With proceeds going to help create scholarships for students in need, Summer Sounds is a good cause with a great party attached to it. Come enjoy the dynamic jazz stylings of local legend Debbie Duncan
    along with Parisota Hot Club, The New Primitives, Bill Duna and the
    Latin Jazz Combo, and many more. Put your bids down on a vast array of
    items in the silent auction which will include vacation packages,
    retail gift certificates and artwork, then enjoy the delicious buffet
    by D’amico Catering. Not quite enough? You’ll also get to rub elbows
    with the Aquatennial’s Queen of The Lakes, which I’m sure is something you’ve been dreaming about your entire life…right?



    6-10pm, Calhoun Beach Club, 2925 Dean Parkway, Minneapolis, $40 Advance, $50 Door







  • Monkeywrench Movie Review. Part One.

    I am a gearhead, or as they say across the pond, a "petrolhead." While this ostensibly disqualifies me from writing a movie review, my British friends think otherwise. Particularly if I am writing about British films.

    The flim you need to watch is called This Sporting Life from 1964. It is a classic of the British New Wave (predated the French) and perhaps the most famous of the "kitchen sink dramas" set in the economically-depressed regions of Nothern England.

    It is directed by the great Lindsay Anderson (his first feature film) who went on to direct the scandalous …If with Malcom McDowell at the end of the decade. It also features the performance of a lifetime by Richard Harris (his first feature flim lead) and Rachel Roberts (nominated for an Oscar, as was, I think, Harris.)

    For a critical appraisal of this classic, simply read the review on the Criterion Flims website (get all your flims–buy and own them— from this website and waste no time with anything else) or check out Strictly Film School.

    For a monkeywrench review, here are my thoughts:

    This is a brutal flim. Many consider it the finest British flim ever made (questionable, but worth considering). It is unflinching and unstinting in its attention to emotional and aesthetic detail.

    What really makes it work for me, however, is Richard Harris’ perfomrnace and that of Ms.Roberts. While it was said at the time that Harris was aping Brando in This Sporting Life, I feel he provides a far more emotionally nuanced performance of an athlete with feelings than "I coulda’ been a contenda" Marlon and his assorted women.

    I wonder if there is even such a thing as a British method actor?

    Leave it to the Americans to coin a buzz phrase. Leave it to the British to mint the finest actors on the planet. (Think Tom Hollywood Hanks in Forrest’s Hump versus Peter Sellers in Being There.)

    Alas, why should you watch this film about sports?

    1) Because it is about sports.

    2) Because it is about women.

    3) Because it has not one, but two classic Bentleys.

    4) Because it shows that apes like you and I can have feelings.

    5) Because it says something about living life over keeping your head in the sand (whether in the suburbs or the skyscraper you inhabit downtown).

    Part Two, including a very greasy plot synopsis, to follow soon. I am too drained from watching. I have feelings.

    (Impatient? There’s always Wikipedia.)