Best Of :: People & Places
Sadly, besides providing another way for rich, drunken adolescents to become paraplegics, Jet Ski contraptions have also ruined countless formerly fruitful Minnesota fishing holes. Luckily, the Skis haven't yet completely taken over Lake Minnetonka, still the best urban spot to catch a panoply of finned creatures ranging from the mighty bass, northern, and muskie to the lowly bullhead, dogfish, and carp. Personally, we're pan fisherfolks, which traditionally means sitting in a rickety rowboat in hobos' clothing in search of tough-fighting crappies and sunfish. For such fun, head to Maxwell's or Stubb's Bays, and look for boats filled with old farts who won't tell you what it is they're fishing for, and aren't catching and releasing. A proper trip begins at Ray's Bait Store on old Hwy. 7 in Excelsior, where one can pick up a full supply of minnows, worms, bobbers, Nut Goodies, and that all-important fishing license. Those lacking a rickety tub can rent one with a tiny motor at any of the handful of Lake Minnetonka's fishing marinas (there used to be 30!) listed under "Rentals, Boat" in the Yellow Pages. Meantime, cheapos or landlubbers can find good fishing from shore in the channel between Crystal Bay and North Arm, near Lord Fletcher's. (We go in for cheap laughs when the day's done: Try putt-putting up to Fletcher's after a full day of handling greasy fish, docking next to the yuppie yachts, standing in your grungy uniform at the bar next to the assembled Chip-and-Muffins, and ordering a martini.)
If you think traditional American folk music is all about frogs and mama, go out and buy the American Anthology of Folk Music. Sex and violence are at the heart of our folk tradition, folks. But if the '60s revival did occasionally glance down at these darker roots, it more often set its sights on contemporary social struggles, forever associating the acoustic guitar with peace and justice. Three decades later the local acoustic scene has produced a number of ("post-")folk stars who mess with our ideas of what strumming sans amplifier should be about, including the Mason Jennings Band and Brenda Weiler. (Both, with any luck, will become giant pop stars in a few minutes.) Still, only singer-songwriter Pablo revives folk's first-person-narrative tradition of sex and violence, and he manages to do so without sounding either exhibitionist or boastful. He has a remarkable vocal range with a throat affectation that's in Dylan's tradition, not his style. Pablo's melodies sound like they've been thrown down a flight of stairs, jumping scores of notes, sometimes in a single syllable. "Goddamn the agile sexless dreams of imperfect history," he quavers at one point on his agile, sexful 1998 album, Vulgar Modalities. You tell it, brother.
Last fall when rumor began spreading that there was a 23-year-old drum 'n' bass artist working out of his parents' Edina basement, many local insiders assumed the music he made would be a fraction as interesting as that exotic home life. Well, we were wrong. The willfully elusive anti-beats and ductile, melodic structures found on Mandell's import debut Parallel Processes have made for the most innovative, if not just plain best, music this town has produced since the Jayhawks' heyday. Mandell's classically influenced "techno etc." is simultaneously as challengingly rich and accessibly hooky as that of his U.K. post-rave contemporaries Autechre. And even if it could stand an inflection of the wistful cutesiness evinced by his compositional hero Aphex Twin, Mandell's seriousness has an admirable integrity that's sorely lacking in the cheap ironists who parody techno's cheesy lineage in disposable disco. As music, Parallel Processes updates Schoenberg for the Twenty-First Century, making love to your ear hole just as passionately as it plays with your mind's eye.
It comes as little surprise that as the nation's latest baby boom passes into adolescence, all-ages venues such as the Whole Music Club on the University of Minnesota campus, Bon Appétit in Dinkytown, and the Coffee Shock in St. Paul are experiencing a late-'90s boom. But the Foxfire Coffee Lounge has managed to do something more than merely cash in demographic trends. The downtown Minneapolis club has remained both forward-looking and inclusive during its first year of existence, with early band bookings including little-known but highly acclaimed national acts such as indie-rockers Creeper Lagoon and punk-funkers the Make Up. The coffee-and-sandwich shop also gives its high-ceilinged, wood-floored space over to weekly teen Bible-study meetings, DJ nights, periodic hip-hop get-togethers, and hardcore punk shows. Chances are you'll find the widest age range of punk fans in the Cities here, sometimes scrunched into the same deep-cushioned couches.
The day after the Vikings' dismal loss in the NFC title game, McCombs's lieutenants met with state officials to begin pressing their case for a new stadium. It's only a matter of time until Vegas posts odds on how much longer the team will stay in town.