Built on the same sacred land as the ol 501 Bar, The Crooked Pint was a bit of a strange draw for me. However, with Edward The Confessor releasing their self titled debut album, I stepped through the doors and found not only a pretty nice, classed-up joint, but an indie rock/pop quartet with a powerful sound.
On a snowy March evening in St Paul, classic rock fans made their way to the Xcel Energy Center to see the genre-crossing Kid Rock and the timeless rocker, Bob Seger perform. This was not only a night to revel in some of Rock’s greatest songs, but also a time for the adults who were alive when the songs came out, to dip back into their bag or 70′s shenanigans and be troublemakers again.
The Roy Wilkins Auditorium has a special place in our hearts for bringing some of the coolest bands in and housing the fantastically badass Minnesota RollerGirls, but it also has a special place in Hell reserved for its inability to create the coveted First Avenue concert feel for bands like Sigur Rós.
This may come as a surprise to no one reading this, but in the 90′s, I had a huge crush on Shirley Manson. But then again, most guys and some gals would admit this as well. The sell-out crowd at Mill City Nights was waiting with bated breath, a handful of poor sight-lines and a major case of nostalgia to welcome Garbage back to Minneapolis.
Fleetwood Mac was always a staple on the turn table in my house growing up. My Dad was a huge fan, and my Mom loved him so much that she put up with it. I fell into the camp of really enjoying their music over the years and much like earlier this year with Bob Seger, I was finally getting to see one of my all time favorite bands up close.