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  • Hot Art, Cool Jazz

    Jazz master Dennis Spears kicks off “Hot Art, Cool Jazz” at the Joan
    Mondale Gallery at the Minnesota Textile Center on August 15th. Part of
    the Joan Mondale Gallery Endowment Event, the exhibit will showcase
    some of the finest fiber art of the Twin Cities, set to the smooth
    sounds of a man who’s preformed with the likes of Ella Fitzgerald,
    DeeDee Bridgewater and Sarah Vaughn.

    The event starts with a reception at 6:30 pm, followed by the program
    at 8. The Minnesota Textile Center is located at 3000 University Avenue
    SE in Minneapolis. For more information, call (612) 436-0464 or visit www.textilecentermn.org.

  • Dying in Public Places

    DYING IN PUBLIC PLACES

    Lust. Terror. Violence. Outbursts of Song. All of these can happen when
    stuck in an invisible box… cannibalism too. Dying in Public Places: a
    darkly comic new musical
    , written by Keith Hovis and directed by Jenna
    Papke, premieres August 1st at 10:00 pm as part of the Minnesota Fringe
    Festival.

    60 minutes of new musical hilarity ensue as five strangers find
    themselves trapped in an invisible box. They soon learn that they must
    discover what they have in common if they want to survive. And as the
    minutes tick by, each person becomes more desperate and tries to find
    another way of escaping, no matter how devastating or bloody the
    results may be.

    *Dying in Public Places: a darkly comic new musical* will also perform
    Saturday, August 2nd at 1:00 pm; Sunday, August 3rd at 7:00 pm; Monday,
    August 4th at 10:00 pm and an audio-described performance on Sunday,
    August 10th at 7:00 pm. All performances will be held at the
    Minneapolis Theatre Garage at 711 Franklin Avenue in Minneapolis.
    Tickets can be purchased online at www.fringefestival.org
    or in person 30 minutes prior to each show. Tickets are $12 for adults,
    $5 for kids under 12 and $10 for seniors, students and Minnesota Public
    Radio members. Before seeing a Fringe show, everyone 12 years old and
    above must purchase a $3 admission button.

  • All Music Wednesday: Electro Rockers, Lesbian Karaoke and Dead Composers

    MUSIC

    CSS & The Go! Team


    Tonight First Avenue welcomes Brazilian provocateurs CSS aka "Cansei De Ser Sexy"
    – which in Portuguese means "tired of being sexy," though by the looks
    of them seems to mean the opposite. A fiery electro-rock quintet of
    vampiric fashion plates, CSS quickly gained notoriety in the first wave
    of the hipper-than-thou music blogsphere
    phenomenon, thanks not only to remixes of their songs by some of the
    hottest producers around, but also some pretty dance-floor burning
    remixes of their own. Their latest album, Donkey,
    is a pop-tastic beat-fueled ride that will appeal to music fans of many
    genres, and although tonight’s show will most likely have a high ratio
    of lenseless glasses
    paired with gold medallions and designer sneaks, I’d still recommend it for anyone interested in fresh tunes, even if you’re not a
    flashy dresser. With The Go! Team, Matt and Kim, and Natalie Portman’s
    Shaved Head.


    8pm, First Avenue Mainroom, 701 1st Avenue N, Downtown Minneapolis, $20

    MUSIC

    Karaoke at Pi Bar



    Who knew lesbians loved their karaoke so much? Well they do, and every
    Monday and Wednesday you can join in the fun at this sassy
    night hosted by hot babe TeA.
    There are plenty of joints around town where one can indulge in the
    embarrassing act of karaoke but personally, I wouldn’t be caught dead
    singing in public. But I do really love to watch other people having fun and making asses of themselves,
    and Pi Bar in South Minneapolis is a great place to do just that. While
    you’re there, you might as well get a bite to eat since Pi boasts a yummy menu
    of upscale bar food such as mini-burgers, chimichangas, and even a mock
    duck philly sandwich for those of the vegetarian variety. Not to
    mention, plenty of lip-loosening booze for potential rock
    stars, lesbian or not.


    9pm, Pi Bar and Restaurant,
    2532 25th Ave S, Minneapolis, Free

    MUSIC

    Sommerfest: Chamber Music III: Korngold’s Piano Quintet



    I won’t pretend to know everything about classical music. In fact,
    I know very little – I am a child of the here and now after all.
    Honestly, I’d probably swap a flute for a circuit-bent Speak-and-Spell,
    or perhaps opt to have my eardrums blown out with some thrashy
    crust-core in a basement. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate
    the beauty of classical music, especially when matched with the
    ambiance and acoustics of Orchestra Hall. My mother was one of those
    people who considered arts and culture the most important part of a
    child’s education thankfully, so the appreciation of it all and a
    wistful nostaligia for the sound of the Orchestra tuning up will
    probably always be ingrained in me. The Minnesota Orchestra’s Sommerfest is
    one of the most heralded music events of the summer, with samplings of
    work by brilliant composers from around the world. Tonight’s
    performance will include a string quartet performing work by composer Felix Mendelssohn, topped off with the sweet sounds of Erich Wolfgang Korngold – as performed by pianist Andrew Litton and members of the Minnesota Orchestra.



    7:30pm, Orchestra Hall, 1111 Nicollet Mall, Downtown Minneapolis, $20

  • Dancing and Double Axels Downtown

    I promised this story about my years as a figure skater awhile back, but I wasn’t ready to fall on my ass -again- until I knew in my heart it was time. I could write a book on my years of experiences as a figure skater but from the looks of things as they stand now…I will blog instead.

    Last night my daughter, her friend and I went into Downtown Mpls for our ballet class at Zenon Dance School. Bear with me because the juices are flowing here…

    Downtown Mpls has always given me so much energy that this former figure skater was in no need of caffeine or any other beverage to give me liquid courage.

    I fly when I am on energy (naturally) which is why I was leaping down Nicollet Mall past (our lovable Jason DeRusha’s TV station) WCCO. Yes, there were looks of disgust from the yuppies that were having happy hour while enjoying the beautiful patios that grace the mall, but I didn’t care. I was on my way to dance class.

    When I arrived at Zenon, which is located in the Hennepin Center for the Arts Building, I was feeling that same feeling I used to when I would warm- up before a competition: Excited, sick to my stomach and happy all at the same time.

    Last night was not a competition of any kind, but it was nerve racking to me because I was about to dance not only in front of my daughter and her friend, but also in a group with total strangers that were of all age groups.

    You can think what you want, but wearing tights and moving your body into awkward positions in front of complete strangers is still really awkward for me.

    Why? Well first of all, I am a "lefty" which means that since I was a little girl my coaches informed me that my body moves naturally in the opposite way of pretty much everyone else, including my skating peers.

    For those skating enthusiasts, that means when you see everyone warming up at skating events –skating one direction, jumping one direction, and spinning one direction– you would fine me skating, spinning, and jumping in the opposite direction. Being a "lefty" was hard for this reason…I had to fight my way for 15 years, trying to use the portion of the ice rink that I needed to skate– at the same time everyone else was lining up for their turn to practice double axels.

    Yes sir indeed, that last jump I was able to land (cleanly and consistently) was a Double Axel.

    I was able to land a few Triple Toe Loop jumps but I would be stretching the truth if I said that I had perfected a jump that at the time seemed like a big deal but is now— done a lot in skating competitions.

     

    So tonight, as I stretch in my office and get ready to go back to class and attempt to share the floor with the other dancers, I am going to try to let go of the years of repression that have been holding me back from the one thing I fell head over heels, mind over body, music over talking– in love with.

    Skating.

     

  • Legislatin' Sexy: Meet the Most Beautiful People from the Capitol!

    SPECIAL EVENT

    Legislatin’ Sexy Party ’08


    On Tuesday, the 29th of July, the votes will be tallied and the people
    will have spoken, singling out the King and Queen of Minnesota politics
    and bringing an end to the heated debate over who is truly the most beautiful at the Capitol.
    And while the answer to this question that burns with the fire of a
    thousand orange juice soaked cold sores will be posted on The Rake for
    all to see, there’s another option for those who want to be the first
    to know. The Rake is holding a party
    at The Liffey starting at 5 p.m. tonight, complete with the
    all-important drink specials, where the winners will be crowned with
    proper pomp and circumstance. – Rich Goldsmith



    5-7pm, The Liffey, 1
    75 7th St W, St Paul, Free



    MUSIC

    9 Nights of Music: The Red Rock Swing Band

    Those
    of you who fell asleep in history class on a regular basis will
    certainly perk up for tonight’s edition of the Minnesota History
    Center’s 9 Nights of Music. This fun series, now in its 12th year,
    spotlights the vibrant and diverse Twin Cities cultural music scene
    from polka to salsa to big band swing ever Tuesday evening through
    August. Tonight dust off your dancin’ shoes for an evening of Big Band
    classics with the 17-piece ensemble, The Red Rock Swing Band. Don’t
    know how to swing? No problem! Tapestry
    Folkdance Center
    instructors will be
    on hand to give you advice on how to turn those two left feet around.
    Once you’ve got the swing out of your system take a meander through a
    World War II encampment recreation on the History Center’s terrace,
    then peruse displays of vintage clothing, uniforms and equipment from
    days gone by. Zoot suits welcome.


    6:30-8pm, MN History Center, 345 W. Kellogg Blvd, Downtown St.Paul, Free




    FAMILY

    Paddleboat River Rides


    I’m
    sure you already know about this, being loyal Twin Citians and all, but
    after taking a late night cruise on the Mississip myself this past weekend,
    I felt compelled to remind you of this leisurely summer activity! The Padelford Boat Company has been ferrying sightseers up and down the river since 1969. Jump on board one of their huge, authentic sternwheelers for a breezy cruise down the river complete with historic commentary, fresh air and splendid sights. Choose between a Noon or 2pm ride, or for all you romantics, opt for a sunset dinner cruise.
    I’m not sure that river water is exactly an aphrodisiac, but either way
    you’ll probably score points in the thoughtful and charming
    departments.


    Noon, 2pm, 7pm, Padelford Boat Company, Harriet Island, Saint Paul, $15 Day Cruise, $36 Sunset Dinner Cruise

  • Eric Inkala's "Overflow: A Pleasure Trip"

    Eric Inkala‘s no fool. After a good run of years of painting his coloristic, hazy-dazy, arabesque, Little-Engine-that-Could-meets-Pacman murals (this guy is a tagger of the most whimsical sort) on walls around town, Inkala’s finally been hit by the legitimacy bug. That is, in the manner of graffiti artists gone legit–like Keith Haring in the 1980s and, more recently, Barry McGee, whose work was a highlight of the recent Carnegie International–Inkala’s bringing his particular brand of graffiti stylings indoors to show at The Gallery @ Fox Tax. (Note: Fox Tax is a tax and financial services company that also has an art gallery.) Called "Overflow: A Pleasure Trip" and curated by Emma Berg of mplsart.com, this is being billed as Inkala’s first local solo gallery exhibition. How exactly he manages the transition (from outdoors to in-; from renegade to law-abider) remains to be seen, but press materials promise there will be "smoothly cut whales hanging from the ceiling," "bulbous characters" flowing in and out of the background, "walking creations of his recurring character," and the sum of these parts will form an "abstract diary that represents everything from the day-to-day mundane to his travel experiences…"

    "Overflow: A Pleasure Trip" runs August 8 – September 6. The opening reception is on August 8, 6 – 11 pm. The Gallery @ Fox Tax is located at 503 1st Ave NE, Minneapolis.

  • Caviar on Credit

    Through August 3, A Guthrie Experience for Actors in Training is presenting Caviar on Credit at the Dowling Studio. For the past 12 years, the Guthrie has taken pride in offering continuing education programs to young actors from institutions throughout the country and hosting a stage upon which they exhibit all they’ve learned. In return, the theater hopes to entice the players back to the Twin Cities once they pursue a full-time career: Of the 145 actors who have taken part in the program, over 50 have signed on in some capacity with the Guthrie following their training.

    This season’s show, directed by Marcela Lorca (The Secret Fall of Constance Wilde), casts 14 players in the comedic mystery of swindler Walter Jackson Junior. A case of masked identity and repeat suckers, the actors take turns playing the protagonists, lending a Bourne Identity feel to it all. Perhaps the most impressive aspect of the show, which was written by the cast itself, is the physicality: Each member has equal billing in dance numbers, most of which are cleverly choreographed, not campy, borrowing moves from eras long (and not so long) ago. With a heavy film noir influence, Caviar on Credit has fun playing with time period (jaunty fedoras, but also cell phones). Keep an eye on Laura Esposito who plays (among other characters) the spiritually-wandering Feta Karakas. A master of Cheri Oteri-like cuteness and facial contortion, Esposito doesn’t disappoint, even when focus is meant to be elsewhere on stage.

  • Blood Visions and Bad Haircuts

    Tonight is the night of bad haircuts. There’s the bassist with the frizzed-out white boy Afro. And there’s a whole mess of uncontrolled curls. But who said rock and roll is supposed to be beautiful? Mick Jagger? Fuck Mick Jagger. Music sounds better when it’s snarled, in need of a comb. This evening is showcasing a man who, on his last album cover, stood in his underwear drenched in a bucket of fake blood. That ain’t pretty, but it’s awesome. And Jay Reatard isn’t half bad himself.

    Opening for Jay Reatard are locals Private Dancer. This band may have the weakest stage banter ever. Throughout the set, their fuzzy-haired singer enlightens the audience with lurid tidbits such as, "Sweet. Totally sweet," "That was totally awesome," and "I forgot the name of the next band." Private Dancer is also a group that seems best listened to after three shots of whiskey, which is not inherently a bad thing. It just lubricates the veins in preparation for their primitive frenzy. Bare-boned and screaming, Private Dancer sounds like an off-kilter Pavement with cowbell and indulgent wannabe psych jams. "Do You Like to Read" is the hardest rocker in their arsenal-the only discernable lyrics of which are "Fuck yeah/ Oh yeah/ Oh yeah/ Oh yeah/ Fuck yeah," sung while the singer shakes his non-existent ass.

    Next is Nashville trio Cheap Time. One-third of the band looks vaguely like a 1970s roadie, one-third like a less drugged out Dee Dee Ramone, and one-third like an indie band poster boy. Their jaunty garage rock has spitfire nasally vocals that sound like that bratty kid in fifth grade. It works, and once you sink into it, those bar chords are addictive-the surf drums even more so. Their brand of basement-dwelling punk strips down the excess leaving only the parts that make you twitch and feel good. Really good. "People Talk" is a good example of the band’s irresistible, shiver-inducing explosions. Dual lyrics are delivered rapidly like a well-oiled muscle car with the pedal to the metal, while two-note guitar riffs carry the tune off to oblivion. It’s not smart music, but it’s efficiently primal, and Cheap Time proves something can be both cheap and top quality.

    Jay Reatard blasts through his 11-song set in what feels like 20 minutes, but is probably more like 21. Songs like "Blood Visions," "My Shadow" and "It’s So Easy" are sped up even faster than on the record. With fingers in a blur and feet doing tap dances on his large collection of pedals, it’s nearly impossible to fathom how Jay Reatard even can play his music faster than on Blood Visions. In his fever-pitched fury, the Memphis punker is lost in a mass of long brown hair. And I’m not sure whether it’s sweat or spit, but some kind of liquid is flying off him in massive amounts. Listening to the set feels like a pleasurable electrocution, with sparks shocking synapses and turning the audience into a thickly spasming mass.

    Jay Reatard is quickly rising to the top of the indie watch list. This time the hype is warranted. He geniusly blends his delectable, upbeat ragers with macabre lyrics like, "It’s so easy when your friends are dead," and "I won’t stop until you’re dead/ Because of the voices in my head." Unlike forefathers Misfits and The Cramps, Jay Reatard manages to present his mock-horror in a wholly non-campy way. Sure, if you could actually see his eyes behind that mop of hair, he may be spurting the lyrics with a sly wink, but there is a pleasant lack of overacting. Even without his quirky, morbid lyrics, the music is some of the best retro garage out there. Jay Reatard will get his 15 minutes of fame, but let’s hope it’s probably more like 16.

  • Reading This Post is Not Really Reading

    On the front page of yesterday’s New York Times is an article by Motoko Rich titled, "Literacy Debate: Online, R U Really Reading?" It’s the first in a series that will explore "how the Internet and other technological and social forces are changing the way people read." This installment focuses on the somewhat new debate as to whether online reading promotes literacy, or is detrimental to it. As Rich weighs out both sides of the issue in clear, measured prose, the central point that should have been made is completely lost amidst a sea of statistics and pedigreed quotes (the jab and hook of any journalist, to be sure).

    To clarify: Online reading in this context does not refer to the ingestion of long articles and stories that just happen to be on the Internet, but could just as easily have been printed. Rather, the debate is about un-linear reading, reading broken up by hyperlinks and tabs and blurbs, which allow readers to "skate through cyberspace at will and, in effect, compose their own beginnings, middles, and ends."

    Rich cites an NEA study ("a sobering report") that found only one in five 17-year olds reads for fun every day, down from one in three in the eighties. But then ‘reading’ is later defined basically as data analysis, or a "way to experience information." If this is what students are taught reading is, which seems to be the case, and I suppose has probably always been the case, it’s no wonder that that kids don’t read. How many kids do math for fun in their free time? I wouldn’t be surprised if that number is one in five, too.

    The reason I say the article is mostly worthless is because it considers reading only as a means by which to take in and process information, and then implicitly chastises younger generations for not reading books. There is no mention, sadly, of the pleasure one derives from losing oneself in a narrative or, on the non-fiction side of things, immersing oneself in a subject. If reading were depicted in this way, which it should be, I think there would be more cause to lament. (Rich does have an essay that touches on that here.) In effect, Rich lends credence to the suspect merits of online reading, without getting into the real benefits of books.

     

    To temper my wonking, here is a video of Ernie and Bert rapping.

    The article’s supporting cast of experts likewise define reading in scientific terms. "Reading a book, and taking the time to ruminate and make inferences and engage the imaginational processing, is more cognitively enriching, without doubt, than the short little bits you might get if you’re in the 30-second digital mode," said Ken Pugh, a neuroscientist at Yale. Ooooooh, sounds enriching, doesn’t it?

    But the thing is, reading ain’t for the head. It’s for the soul, or whatever that murk inside our chests is.

    (And yes, there’s a fundamental reading level one must attain in order to function in the everyday world, but the NYT article is about books, and the decline of readership, which is why I’m addressing/about-to-adress why people read books, and why the experience of a book is unlikely to be replicated online.)

    To read a book for its informational value is like joining a soccer team just to burn the calories. Yeah it’s a nice side effect – people who read more novels score better on reading tests (surprise surprise); likewise, people who play soccer in their spare time are probably in better shape than people who sit on the couch. But if you’re playing correctly, then that means you’re actually engaged in the game, immersed in it, caught in the flow and the surges of adrenaline, you care about the final score, and hate the other team, and also maybe hate your coach who doesn’t play you as many minutes as you deserve, the bastard. It’s more than a work-out.

    This isn’t just about novels, either. Non-fiction suffers, too. Consider Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time. If read correctly, one doesn’t come away from that book simply with factoids about black holes and quantum physics; rather it helps one understand, on a larger scale, but in a small way, one’s connection to the universe.

    As Nicholas Carr points out in his Atlantic Monthly article, "Is Google Making Us Stupid?" the fractured nature of online reading necessarily annihilates the act of engaging with a narrative. This, I think, is the real danger.

    A similar idea is depicted in the current issue of the New Yorker, in an article about insight called "The Eureka Hunt" by Jonah Lehrer. He interviews a cognitive neuroscientist who believes that "Language is so complex that the brain has to process it in two different ways at the same time. It needs to see the forest and the trees." The left hemisphere excels at denotation – storing the primary meanings of words; meanwhile the right hemisphere deals with connotation – the emotional charges in a sentence or a metaphor. "The right hemisphere is what helps you see the forest," is the scientist’s next quote. But when one is distracted, he goes on, as one might be on the Internet, the right hemisphere’s functioning becomes limited.

    Meaning, I think, that when reading on the Internet, we can still process direct and obvious information – the stuff they’re concerned about on proficiency tests – but the nuances of literature get lost. Unfortunately, some of the best literature is the most nuanced. Unfortunately, though I suspect Motoko Rich might sympathize with this, it goes unmentioned in the article.

    A last thought:
    Metaphor. From what I can glean from Wittgenstein, which isn’t a lot, when we communicate we are endeavoring to express things that are actually, in a purer sense, inexpressible. Every word ever spoken, then, is a mini-metaphor. We don’t actually feel a word called ‘sadness’ – ‘sadness’ is just the term we’ve come up with to best describe certain awful emotions. The feeling is greater than the word. Likewise, authors use metaphor to give their stories meaning beyond the actual sentences written on physical pages. To make a gross blanket statement, by and large online content does not make use of metaphor. It seems generally to be more reductive. Blogs are boiled-down opinions, and wikis are generalized information. It’s fodder for arguments, rather than thoughts. Hyperlinks are not metaphors, they do not lead out to Real Life, but rather to other facets of the Internet. It’s just that we’re beginning to make the mistake of considering those two entities – Real Life and the Internet – to be the same.