Lookin’ for something to do on Fat Tuesday. Well, the Turf Club has an ai’ight bill. Starting at 10 p.m., the lineup includes The Brass Kings, Molly Maher, Jon Rodine, and, my favorite on this list, Charlie Parr. The shindig’s sponsored by Mercy Seat–a punk-rock ministry out of Northeast Minneapolis.
So now we’re freakin’ enough for a KARE11 Extra? Batten down the hatches, the world of dining is under siege! There’s nothing but tater-tot hot dish on the horizon … why have we been forsaken? Good God. Three restaurants closed. It does not signify the coming apocalypse. Franks-a-Million closed. Remember how the city burned and … Read more
Yesterday kicked off the 15-day Chinese New Year celebration. This is the Year of the Boar, and anyone born this year will have excellent manners, easily make and keep friends, work very hard and appreciate luxury. They are very loving people and make loyal partners. I am proud to say that I was born under … Read more
Since there’s not much that could get me out to, say, a bar or a theater thing evening (I’ve got an interview to do anyhow), I think I’ll just skip the suggestions this time around. But I did have a very fine weekend taking in various arts-and-entertainments. On Saturday, I went to the comparatively unfunny … Read more
Minnesota Republicans regard thousands of hours of Al Franken speeches and air-checks as manna from heaven. They are certain their decent, rigidly traditional, God-fearing, Bachmann-ite base will develop chronic, moral whiplash from the volleys of vulgar imagery Franken has thrown at poor Norm Coleman and Republicans in general over his career. But judging by the … Read more
Wanda, 1971. Written and directed by Barbara Loden. Starring Loden, Michael Higgins, Jerome Thier, and Frank Jourdano. You Only Live Once, 1937. Directed by Fritz Lang, written by Gene Towne and C. Graham Baker. Starring Henry Fonda, Sylvia Sidney, Barton MacLane, Jean Dixon, William Gargan, Jerome Cowan, John Wray Walter, and Guinn ‘Big Boy’ Williams. … Read more
Upon hearing this morning of the latest departure/replacement at the Star Tribune, this time publisher J. Keith Moyer — I placed a half dozen phone calls to what I consider the usual suspects … plus. I expected to listen to another wave of stunned dismay. Wrong. Those Strib employees who weren’t either busy trying to … Read more
I’ll take the highlands, you take the neat fee… This is ridiculous and embarassing. A “neat fee”? You pay for the ounces of liquor poured, not the amount of room in the glass. Scotch drinkers who enjoy their malt neat (of which I am one) expect a smaller portion, an unassuming golden slip of elixer … Read more
This weekend: Brave New Workshop‘s new show opens (it’s as close as I get to comedy and a boyfriend favorite to boot!) and Stuart Pimsler Dance Theater’s very smart-sounding To The Ends of Love, at the Guthrie. Daytime hours will be spent, in part, shopping for new bookshelves. I’m takin’ my snobby ass to Danish … Read more
Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? —Stanley Kunitz, from “The Layers” Two days and two nights the tiny ship sailed into the great lake. Just after sunset on the third day the ship … Read more