concert memoirs pt. 26 – the jayhawks, frank black & cheap trick

The Jayhawks

7/9/95 First Avenue w/Paytee Ticket Price: Comp. Tickets

It should be well noted here that this was not a date. Paytee and I were just friends. Paytee was a woman I had worked with in 1993-94. We were both laid off from that job and went our separate ways.

It would have stayed that way had we not met up again at a mutual friend’s party. We realized that we enjoyed each other’s company and we started hanging out together. This concert was one of our hanging outs. Again, it wasn’t a date.

There’s not much to tell. I had a couple comp. tickets for the show so we went. Paytee didn’t think much of the band, so we left.

Frank Black w/Jonny Polonsky
4/13/96 First Avenue Alone Ticket Price: $8.00

I went to this one alone. Frank Black had some pretty good solo material and I wanted to check him out. Besides, I had never seen Pixies and this might be as close as I would get. Incidentally, he didn’t play any Pixies tunes.

He was really having a good time playing up the “rock god” thing. He’d stand at the front of the stage, fists on hips ala Superman, while nodding his approval as the adoring crowd cheered. I’m sure it was all an act. At least, I hope it was.

This wasn’t an all-age show. You had to be 21+ to attend. So, I couldn’t figure out how an obviously underage kid could be there jumping around on the dance floor.

When the show ended, I asked the child how he got in. He told me it was his mother who brought him. His mother! Apparently, a parent can bring their kid to a show at the First Avenue. I’m not sure I like it, but it’s legal.

Updated 9/22/08

I just learned that my future wife had also been to this show. We didn’t know each other yet, but we were there together. Awwwww.

Cheap Trick w/Flipp
7/11/97 First Avenue Alone (?) Ticket Price: Unknown

Finally! After more than 13 years since John and I weren’t able to see the band because of a snowstorm, I finally got to see Cheap Trick play live. They had been a favorite band of mine for years and they were worth the wait. I’m sure they had come through town many times in those 13 years, but this was the time I saw them.

They were very good. It was easy to tell these guys were old pros at the rock’n’roll. Very professional and very fun.

Rick Nelson was funny and still quite the showman. He must have brought ten guitars including the four (or was it five) guitars in one and the double guitar made to look like a cartoon of himself. He threw out an album jacket when they played Surrender, a custom at Cheap Trick shows. He also threw out a couple dozen guitar picks. Each emblazoned with his mug. I snagged one.

The rest of the band were right on. Robin Zander’s voice might have lost a little of its range, but he was still great. He still had the rock star thing going, even if he tried to hide it a little. I say that because during an instrumental section of a song, he snuck over to the side of the stage, out of sight of most of the audience, and took a great big swig from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Rock’n’roll!

The opening band, Flipp, was impressive as well. A local band with a sort of a Kiss meets The Sex Pistols thing except they are better musicians. Flipp generates a love/hate reaction. I thought they played really well and had some good songs and were fun, as did most of the audience. But some audience members disagreed.

When Rick Nelson thanked Flipp for warming up someone shouted, “Flipp sucks!”

That surprised Nelson. “Really? They did?” was his reaction.

Anyway, I was most impressed when at the end of their set Flipp’s lead singer got behind the drum kit and played Back In Black. Big deal, right? I should mention that he played guitar and drums at the same time. Sure it’s a gimmick, but it was still impressive.

concert memoirs pt. 25 – burning spear, the fall & elastica

Burning Spear

8/29/94 First Avenue w/Mike Ticket Price: Comp. Tickets

Well, well. The second comp. ticket concert in a row. And it’s also a show attended without John. John wasn’t interested or was otherwise busy.

You will notice that from here on there won’t be many shows that I saw with John. I would be moving into John’s basement the following spring (Just in case you’re all wondering, no, we aren’t gay. We weren’t a couple. Let’s move on.) and, once I had started living in John’s house, John and I barely hung out together. Even before I had moved in the trend away from each other had begun. We’re still friends.

I wasn’t sure I was going to go when I’m mentioned, at work, that I had a couple tickets to the upcoming Burning Spear show. A coworker, Mike, was big into the reggae so he jumped at the chance to go.

I knew only one song by the band. The song was Ku Klux Klan. I had seen them perform it in the very influential (for me and John) concert film, “Urgh! A Music War”.

Despite the fact that I knew none of the material, I had a blast. It was a fun show.

Everyone at First Avenue was grooving to the music. And I do mean everyone! Everywhere I looked in the packed club were people dancing. On the main floor, off to the sides, in the back, upstairs – everywhere!

What a great time and John missed it.

The Fall
9/17/94 First Avenue Alone Ticket Price: Unknown

Yep, I went to this show alone. I’m not sure why John didn’t go. It is unusual that John wasn’t there, The Fall being one of his favorite bands. It’s possible that the concert happened while John was in Europe.

So, I ventured in alone and stood right up at the front of the stage. The ultra-cool Mark E. Smith paced the stage while delivering his unique vocals. He was also fiddling around with a small tape player. It appeared that he was trying to get it to play something through his microphone. Apparently, it wasn’t working so, eventually, he gave up.

Another good show that John missed.

Elastica
6/4/95 First Avenue w/Joel & Gary Ticket Price: Unknown

I went with a couple of other friends of mine, Joel and Gary. I knew Joel better. He and I had worked together at Wendy’s for years and did a lot of hanging out together. Gary was Joel’s roommate and an all around good guy.

As we waited for the band to play, I caught the eye of a young woman. She spotted the shirt I was wearing. It was a white t-shirt with a large depiction of the Canadian flag. She asked if I was from Canada. I answered honestly (as my mother taught me to do) and said, “Nope. I just like the flag.”

She gave me an “oh” and quickly moved on.

Joel and Gary jumped right on me. They said I missed a golden opportunity to hook up. I should have lied and said I was Canadian.

I don’t operate that way. I didn’t then, I don’t now (my wife would object). I knew she would figure out I wasn’t from Canada. I guess I blew it, eh?

I never did pick up any women at First Avenue.

Heavily influenced by Wire and other 70’s era punk bands, Elastica was one of the last great bands to pogo to. And I pogoed myself to near exhaustion. It didn’t take long, either, because I had gotten a little bit older and I was feeling it.

I avoided the slam dance pit. I didn’t feel up to it at my ripe old age of 30. So I stayed off to the side and pogoed away. Much to the chagrin of the young woman standing near me. My dancing and the moving crowd caused me to bump her a couple of times. She wasn’t pleased and she let me know it. I told her she should expect a little bumping standing where she was and that I was from Canada. (Ok, I didn’t say that last bit about being from Canada.)

Oh well, I never did pick up any women at First Avenue.

It was a great show and they had a special announcement for us. They were going to be filming the concert sequences for their video for the song Stutter. They actually played the song twice. Once during their regular set and again in their encore.

They told us about the filming just before they played Stutter the second time. They told us to go crazy and show a lot of enthusiasm. They wanted the audience to be really revved up and we obliged.

So, if you watch that video on the YouTube, you now know that part of it was filmed at First Avenue and I was there.

bigfoot body found?

I haven’t addressed this fully in this blog, but I am a skeptic. I’m a member of the Skeptic’s Society which essentially means that I subscribe to Skeptic magazine. You can check out http://www.skeptic.com to learn more about the magazine and what it means to be a skeptic.

As a skeptic, I know it’s important to not be a cynic. I try not to dismiss unusual claims out of hand, which I admit can be difficult at times. I do my best to look at the evidence, whatever it is, and then make my judgment. However, even after I come to a conclusion on some extraordinary claim, I remain open-minded toward more evidence which might cause me to change my position.

“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence” is the Skeptic’s motto. It’s something I keep in mind every time an event like this crops up.

So, this past week, two bigfoot hunters from Georgia, Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer, made quite a media splash with their extraordinary claim of discovering the carcass of a bigfoot. They further claimed that a “scientist” had flown in from Texas to have a look at it and was amazed. Whitton and Dyer said that everyone would be amazed when they made their official statement at a press conference to be held Friday August 15th.

The press conference was held and, from what I heard of it, I have to say I’m underwhelmed. Especially since a few interesting items came to light during the week leading up to that press conference.

One item was the photograph of the body stuffed in a freezer. It’s a pretty unconvincing photo. The “find” looks like a blob of brown fur with a face. I’m no expert, but I can see no indication of a skeletal structure or musculature. Things I would expect to see when looking at a dead primate of any sort. Besides, a fairly nondescript photograph could hardly be considered extraordinary evidence.

The photo became even less convincing when it was demostrated how much the body resembled a sasquatch costume that can be purchased online for your next Halloween party.

Whitton and Dyer posted on YouTube an approximately ten minute long video promoting their find. They never show the body in the video, but they do bring in a “scientist” to examine the body. Mind you, that’s how the fellow refers to himself. He calls himself a scientist, not a primatologist or zoologist or biologist or meterologist, just “I’m a scientist.” Very convincing.

This “scientist” was a red flag that couldn’t be resisted by what Whitton refers to, in their follow up video on YouTube, as stalkers. What Whitton calls stalkers, I call fact checkers. In any case, it was discovered that the scientist was really Whitton’s brother, who is not a scientist. These bigfoot hunters try to laugh off the fake scientist, but they maintain the body is authentic.

The initial YouTube video promoting their discovery has other interesting and telling features. As I stated earlier, the body is never shown, but they do manage to mention their website several times. Whitton claims that, unlike other bigfoot websites, they aren’t in it for the money. Dyer claims the their website is the best because they have a body. Well, I’m not so sure about that, Mr. Dyer.

There’s also a strange non-sequiter segment popping up two or three times in the first YouTube video. It’s an older fellow brandishing a very large knife and repeatedly shouting, “Airborne! Yarrrraghhh!” Try as I might, I can’t figure out what this old Airborne enthusiast has to do with hunting bigfoot.

At the August 15th press conference was a third fellow, Tom Biscardi. Biscardi is a self-proclaimed bigfoot expert and the host of an internet radio talk show dedicated to stories about bigfoot sightings and such. And it was Biscardi that the bigfoot hunters went to first with their discovery. I find it interesting and very telling that Whitton and Dyer went to a fellow bigfoot enthusiast and not to the local university or zoo with what could be the scientific find of the century.

It’s also very telling that the trio seem reluctant to show us the body. They want to hand-pick scientists for the examination. If this was the true discovery of the elusive bigfoot, I would have to believe that these fellows would be more than willing to turn the carcass over to scientists for proper study. They wouldn’t be stonewalling.

This whole episode looks more and more like the alien autopsy or the Raelians’ cloned human media follies. My conclusion at this point is that this is much more likely a publicity stunt meant to promote Whitton and Dyer’s website and Biscardi’s internet radio program. They’ve all recieved a lot of pub, but, I think, they end up looking foolish.

I have my doubts as to the existence of bigfoot. The fuzzy photographs, the shakey videos, the easily faked footprints, the anecdotes and the fact that people having been searching for this undocumented primate species for about 80 years and still haven’t found it indicate to me that bigfoot probably isn’t out there. Further evidence may prove me wrong, but if these two nimrods have really discovered bigfoot, then I’m a monkey’s uncle.

Update 8/19/08

According to the Fox News website, it appears the skeptics were right, again. Whitton and Dyer, it turns out, were attempting to con Tom Biscardi as well as the rest of us. Only it’s Biscardi who is out an undisclosed amount of money.

I’m afraid I gave the impression that Biscardi was guilty by association in perpetrating the hoax. I apologize to Mr. Biscardi. I’m sure this episode hasn’t lessened Tom Biscardi’s belief in the existence of bigfoot. I hope, however, that if there is a next time Mr. Biscardi turns immediately to the proper scientific experts for validation of the find before shelling out any money.

Update 8/20/08

It appears that my apology to Mr. Biscardi may have been premature. New information on FoxNews.com shows that Biscardi is well known among cryptozoologists and cryptozoology enthusiasts. He is not highly thought of and some are certain that he is just as much a part of the hoax as Whitton and Dyer.

I don’t know if he is part of the con or not, but this event just goes to show the importance of critical thinking.

Update & Correction 8/21/08

If you’ve been following this story you know that it’s become very sad. Very sad. It was a joke to lighten the mood of America. That’s what Rick Dyer is now claiming. It was just a joke that got out of hand.

Oh, well.

And a correction needs to be noted. I had Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer mixed up. I have corrected the text above, but I want to be open with my readers (if there are any) about making that change.

concert memoirs pt. 24 – buzzcocks & paul weller

The Buzzcocks

11/20/93 First Avenue w/John Ticket Price: Unknown

Geez! Of the last five shows I attended at First Avenue (or anywhere else, I’m sure) three were is see The Buzzcocks. I guess I really liked these guys. You will also notice that the numbers of shows I went to per year had greatly reduced. One or two a year was my pace.

If memory serves, this was the show at which the band had television sets dressing the stage. They were promoting their first new album in quite a while, Trade Test Transmission. I may be mistaken but I think the album title refers the test screen that used to be seen on the TV at the end of the broadcast day. I could be wrong. Anyway, I think that’s why they had the TV’s.

The televisions were plugged in and the screens were just showing snow. And, at the very end of their show, Pete Shelley and Steve Diggle each grabbed a microphone stand and smashed out the TV screens. It was a cool effect, however I don’t think the First Avenue staff appreciated the stunt. I saw the staff fellows sweeping up the mess rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. Anything to stay in show business, eh, boys?

So, the next day the band was at the downtown Minneapolis record store, Northern Lights, (No, it’s not there anymore.) doing an instore record signing appearance. I got my copy of their new album signed by the band. I forgot to ask them if the First Avenue people knew they’d be smashing televisions, but I did remember to gush all over Pete Shelley about seeing his fantastic solo show (First Avenue, 8/20/86) and going on about how great it was.

What a fanboy I am!

Paul Weller
5/16/94 First Avenue w/John Ticket Price: Comp. Tickets

It had been more than six months since John and I had gone to a show at First Avenue, but we would still head down there fairly frequently for the Tuesday and/or Saturday dance nights. First Avenue’s usual practice in those days was to hand patrons as they walked in a few complimentary tickets for upcoming concerts and a couple dance nights. Usually, the concerts didn’t interest us much. So we didn’t make much use of them.

You might also get some comp tickets from the bartenders. John and I had gotten to know one bartender, Pete, pretty well. Ok, we didn’t hang out with him or anything, but he knew us and what we drank and thought we were pretty ok. Now and again he would flip us a couple comps. I’m certain we weren’t the only ones he’d do that for.

One Saturday night at the Disco (that’s what we called First Avenue), Pete grabbed a couple comp tickets for us. As he was picking them out, I said to John that it would be so cool if he gave us tickets to the upcoming Paul Weller show. We were planning on buying tickets, but we hadn’t yet. Well, Pete slapped two tickets to the Weller show in front of us. Thanks, Pete!

John and I were both big fans of The Jam and The Style Council, so we were pretty geared up to see Paul in concert. We had never seen him before.

He was promoting his self-titled solo album, which I had and knew very well. John wasn’t as familiar with his solo material and that was all that Paul played. No Jam tunes, no Style Council tunes. Paul had moved on.

I really enjoyed the show. John had a harder time with it not knowing any of the material. But he did perk up at the end of one of Paul’s tunes (Bull-Rush, I think) when he kicked into a few bars of The Who’s Magic Bus. He told me that he wished they had played more of it than they did.

This brings to mind the story about our discovery of The Jam, so I may as well relate it here. It was 1984, I was in art school and John was going to the University of Minnesota, poli/sci major. We were both getting into new music. The underground stuff. Stuff we weren’t hearing on the radio. We were looking for anything that was cool.

On one of my visits to the local record store one of the fellows working there asked if I’d ever heard of The Jam. The record store guys knew me to be a huge Who fan and figured that I might be interested, so Marty (one of the guys) put the band’s first album, In The City, on for me to hear. I liked what I heard, but I didn’t want to spend money on them just yet.

John had bought the second album by The Vapors – Magnets. (Yes, they had a second album. They put out two and they are both very good. Too bad they only had the one hit. The name escapes me… Turning… hmmm… Turning Burmese. Something like that.) Anyway. John had heard good things about a band called The Jam and wrote the name on the inside of the cassette cover of his copy of Magnets. By that time, The Jam had broken up and Weller was doing The Style Council thing, but John was intrigued by what he had heard.

He picked up the cassette of The Jam – Snap, a collection of their singles. He popped it in his car stereo and drove around listening to it. This was John’s favorite way to listen to new music. I was working at Wendy’s back then and John came through the drive-up. He pulled around and I leaned out the drive-up window to chat. He held up the cassette case and exclaimed, “These guys are great!”

He was plenty excited about them. John isn’t one to go into major displays of excitement, but he was pretty jazzed about The Jam.

And through John, I got jazzed about them, too.

concert memoirs pt. 23 – buzzcocks, the the, killing joke & buzzcocks

The Buzzcocks w/Jazz Butcher

11/20/89 First Avenue w/John & David Ticket Price: Unknown

Here we go! We really were anticipating this show. The Buzzcocks was one of our favorite bands. I’m not sure about my friend David, but John and I had never seen them before. David is a few years older than John and I, and had gone to lots of concerts. He might have seen them before.

Anyway, the closest John and I had previously gotten to see The Buzzcocks was the fantastic Pete Shelley solo show (First Avenue 8/20/86). That show had impressed the hell out of us, but now we were going to see them all! We were ready!

They kicked off with ‘I Don’t Know What To Do With My Life’ and we went crazy. Slamming, pogoing, skanking! What great fun it was. And we kept going right through the chanting chorus of ‘I Believe’. “There. Is. No. Love. In. This. World. An-Nee-Mooooooore!”

We were spent. And we loved it.

The The
2/21/90 First Avenue w/John Ticket Price: Unknown

Well, look here, it’s another all-ages show.

For reasons unknown to me this show had been rescheduled from 11/6/89, but what does it matter?

This was another of my favorite bands from the 80’s. I just love the album Soul Mining! This show was in promotion of their lastest album, Mind Bomb. A very good record in its own right.

I know it’s hard to call The The a band, when much of their material is Matt Johnson’s. Working mostly solo in the studio, then getting a touring band together. At least, that’s what I understand to be true.

I don’t have a lot to relate about this show. I enjoyed it and I’m fairly certain that The Smith’s legendary guitarist, Johnny Marr, was in the band at the time.

Killing Joke
3/1/91 First Avenue w/John Ticket Price: Comp. Tickets

I don’t have much here. But have you noticed that I had only one show listing for all of 1990 (The The, First Avenue, 2/21/90)? Well, I had really been dropping off the concert going thing since about 1987 or so. Both John and I had begun to lose interest in the whole process.

So, anyway, that’s it.

The Buzzcocks
11/18/91 First Avenue w/John, David & Diane Ticket Price: $11.00

Another great show by a favorite band. As I recall they set off again with ‘I Don’t Know What To Do With my Life’ and ended the main set with ‘I Believe’. And they rocked us with another outstanding punk rock show in between.

I think it was at this show that David’s girlfriend, Diane, attended along with us. And it was also the show at which I was feeling ill. I’m not sure what was going on, but I felt pretty lousy. Still, I pushed myself in the slam dance pit. I wasn’t about to let the band down.

So it was more slam dancing, sweating, pogoing, exhaustion, with a little illness thrown in for good measure. Lots of fun.