It's Thursday night and the regulars are packing into Mayslack's, an old Northeast Minneapolis polka bar turned hipster watering hole. Punk boys in bright bowling shirts clink their bottles, mod girls in bobs smoke thin cigarettes, and middle-aged couples of all stripes swing-dance their way across the floor. If it weren't for the exceptionally skillful musicians onstage playing an obscure rockabilly tune, Don Woody's "Morse Code," it might be any other night at the club. But the fortysomething men in Safety Last are thumping through their Carl Perkins and Hank Ballard standards with uncommon... More >>>