Minneapolis based GenX music fans have been getting hit hard lately, in the wallet. I’d already ponied up for a Nick Cave ticket but now I’ve paid even more for the New Order / Pet Shop Boys show. I haven’t got anything left for Kraftwerk. The upcoming New Order show has me reminiscing. I saw them two days after my birthday, in 1989, with Sugarcubes and PiL. But it wasn’t so celebratory. My brother died the month before and I needed all the distractions I could get. I wanted to lose myself in loud live music shows. That is still one of my main coping mechanisms. I recall certain details about the show but hey, I was sixteen and grieving at the time. It was interesting to find some articles written by adult music critics at the time. One calling New Order wooden, and mentioning their “stately indifference” on stage. Along with a write-up from a fellow blogger who was around my age at the time. I still haven’t gotten around to watching the New Order documentary Decades, but it’s in my queue.
In other news, it feels surreal to be planning multiple trips while we could be on the verge of a pandemic. In May/June I’m slated to travel to Austin, TX for work, Milwaukee for Bikini Kill, and the Pacific NW to catch up with friends and family. Some topical reading material: “Yes, it is worse than the flu: busting the coronavirus myths - The truth about the protective value of face masks and how easy it is to catch Covid-19″ and “How Safe Is Your Beard from Coronavirus? Just Check This Absurd Chart from the CDC”
What a time to be alive. How about Five More Satisfying Things?
- My love for Murderbot knows no bounds. I happily pre-ordered book 5, Network Effect, out in May. And author Martha Wells has been giving us morsels of Murderbot info to tide us over until then. Like this: Five Things You Don’t Know About the Murderbot Diaries
- Speaking of writers, this has been making the rounds. A dirty secret: you can only be a writer if you can afford it. As a photographer and writer with a day job (and a part-time evening job), I feel it. At this rate, I don’t know when I’ll ever finish writing my Werewolf Cop story.
- And Now, Abandoned Dollhouses for your Inner Demon Child. Yes, please.
- File under: neat. Man develops 120-year-old cat photos he finds in time capsule
- My queen, my general. Carrie Fisher Sent Fellow Single Mom Marcia Clark Flowers During O.J. Simpson Trial
This evening I have a ticket to see Swedish hardcore band, Refused. I haven’t seen them since the 90s. I was going to pass but they have Youth Code opening for them. And I adore Youth Code. But I bought my ticket before I knew Bambara was playing at the same time, and very close to the other venue. I don’t know if can pull off seeing all the bands I want tonight but I might try. Unless I curl up in a ball at home instead. That’s just as likely, honestly.
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