Tonight I begin my quest to see as many of the bands coming to Minneapolis this month that I possibly can. There are financial constraints, of course. There's also the whole time thing to consider. I have a 9-5 job (or really 8:30-4:30) that requires me to be alert and focused most days, so I can't be out at late rock shows every night of the week. But dammit, I'm going to give it a try.
Tonight, it's Pete Yorn and Aqualung at First Ave. This means I'm missing Mark Mallman's show at the Triple Rock. Tomorrow night, my favorite band in all of Minneapolis, The Slats let us drink from the Goblet of Rock one more time before they hit the road to rock the collective socks of SXSW.
The rest of the month? Looks like this:
Cold War Kids with Tokyo Police Club
Badly Drawn Boy
TV on the Radio
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Piebald with MC Chris
Explosions in the Sky
And this is just a small portion (mostly shows I want to see or am absolutely going to see because I bought tickets weeks ago) of what's going on in Minneapolis in March. Now, you may think me a wuss (or a lunatic) because I'm (only) going to try to see 20 or so shows in a month. Or you may hate the bands I'm going to see. I'm a live music-loving, elitist hipster music snob. Sorry.
When other people wonder aloud (or when I do it myself) as to why I would live somewhere that gets so cold that I can't wait for the bus with any skin exposed, lest it freeze; or somewhere it snows two feet or more in a week, I look at my calendar and see all the great bands that stop here when they tour. I check the club websites and see all the great bands who play here because they live here and I wonder why in the hell would I ever think of living anywhere else? I admit it -- I'm a shameless Minneapolis lover.
Now, I am The World's Worst Concert Photographer (seriously, I suck) but I shall not be intimidated by my own lack of skill. I plan to take a bunch of pictures at every show so as to document this crazy month of music. Of course, I'll post some of the results so you can see just how god-awful I am at the photography.
And before you know it, April will be here and it'll be time for Music Month: Redux. Or Music Month: The Sequel, if you prefer.