01 September 2008

Fuckin' hippies.

Today was the big Take Back Labor Day concert on Harriet Island, across the river from the RNC. KayGee, The Prison Librarian and I figured it would be best to take the bus to St. Paul, what with the convention starting and the huge antiwar protest going on.

Huge motherfucking mistake.

Long story as short as I can make it, our bus dropped us off very far from downtown St. Paul because supposedly, St. Paul police had decided no buses downtown because there "was a riot." We didn't see a riot -- just families heading back to cars and other gathering spots after the big protest.

We walked for more than an hour, navigating blocked streets and blocked bridges. We saw cops in riot gear. We were warned by passing drivers to be careful because "they're teargassing people up there." There was a sound like a cannon or some other large-scale weapon going off as we walked along the river. Not sure what it was. Maybe the tear gas?

It was surreal and totally fucking irritating. We were always so close to where we needed to be, but invariably, there was a chain link fence topped with barb wire in our way. Turns out it would have been a million times easier to drive there than take the bus. Because, as Macho Man said, "Anarchists have bus passes."

So glad we didn't turn around and go home. The show was great. We cheered as we drove back to Minneapolis to finish our night at Liquor Lyle's. I'd write more, but Jesus, I'm tired.

Po-Po in riot gear at Wabasha and Kellogg (I think it was Kellogg).


The Pharcyde.



The Pharcyde doing "My Prerogative."


Giancarlo Esposito getting the crowd going before The Pharcyde, after Mos Def.


Crowd shot. There were a ton of people there.


More of The Pharcyde.


More crowd shots.


Mos Def. Oh, how he rocked my world.

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