Sunday, 05 November 2006

Todd and I got ourselves ready to go, dropped off the car and got to the gate at the airport without incident. It really went quite smoothly, although I always seem to get nervous going through the security checkpoints. I never run into any actual problems, but they have ultimate authority to really ruin your day and you have no recourse.

Other than that, what is there to say about a 90 minute airplane ride.

Back in the Twin Cities, Hjalmer and Sommer were kind enough to give me a ride home. It was really a blessing, because public transportation would have taken a couple hours instead of the 30 minutes it actually did. When you consider that Hjalmer lives Southeast of Minneapolis and I live Northwest, he went out of his way to make it happen.

Back at the house I didn’t even unpack. I just set my alarm and decided to take a nap. Then it was a quick shower and down to Harvey’s to meet up with people before the show. Tippy and Diane were there with a bunch of people from the board, but damned if I can remember any of their names.

I’ve talked about the Fine Line before, so we’ll dispense with the details about it.

Tippy, Diane and I took our places up front, while Todd got a table had hung out with his family. He had quite the entourage, really. His girlfriend, both daughters, their significant others, and his son Ted. His brother was supposed to be there too, but at the last minute he couldn’t make it.

I ran into Jeff, but didn’t recognize him at first. When I originally met him, he was wearing a hat so I never really got a good look at his face. Also, Destiny, his wife, was there the first time but was going to be late tonight. Something about a Godsmack show and being the “Cool Aunt.”

Todd had convinced Per to come to the show, and I think he sat at the table with Todd and family. I figured I’d catch him after the show. Hjalmer was there too, but Sommer wasn’t feeling well so she stayed home.

As Fast As tore it up again, with me singing along the whole time. Then it was Roger Time.

In spite of the crowd, Ted came up and hung out for a while. I think he’s the one that turned Todd onto Roger in the first place. From what I could tell, the Fine Line was even more packed than Joe’s in Chicago. No problem for me. I’m glad to deal with it because, and there’s no use denying it, I’m a Roger groupie.

Tippy got the setlist this time, but I got a picture. Going from what I found on the message board, including the couple add-ins it was:

Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park; Broken Record; Banditos; I Don’t Need Another Thrill; Mexico; Little Hungover You; Mexican Moonshine; Interstate; Wanted; Americano; Feeling; European Swallow; Honky Tonk Union; Nada; Leaky Little Boat; Love, Come Lighten My Load; Girly; Yahoos and Triangles; Loco To Stay Sane; Better Beautiful Than Perfect (by request for Jeff and Destiny’s anniversary); Tell Yer Mama; Mekong; Down Together ; with Green & Dumb; Jack vs. Jose; Counterclockwise; and Blue Collar Suicide for the encore.

After the show, we hung around for a while. Both Per and Hjalmer have drunk the Kool-Aid and are now Roger Clyne fans – Per especially. When things finally started breaking up, I walked with Todd and Lori back to their car so I could grab the my posters from the previous shows. Todd had transported them back as his second carry-on so they would make it safely.

On my way back to the car, I happened across Roger leaving the club and heading for the tour-bus. Nobody else was around, so I got a private couple minutes to chat and thank him for the great series of shows. He actually remembered my name from the previous night, which was really a shot in the arm.

I could seriously see doing another road trip to see a bunch of Roger Clyne shows. I don’t know that I’d do them spread as far apart as these four were. Luckily he’s known to do Lincoln, NE; Des Moines, IA; Cedar Falls, IA; Brookings, SD; then the Twin Cities. Each of those is only a couple hundred miles apart, at most, so a driving tour would be completely doable.

We’ll have to see what comes up when he tours the new album that’s supposed to come out next spring.

  • Originally recorded as a Refreshments track. † First time I’ve heard this one live.

Note: I started this post the day after I got back from my trip, but it took a while longer to get stuff together and get it posted.

Saturday, 04 November 2006

We didn’t actually get out of the hotel room until almost 10am, so Todd and I decided to just skip breakfast and pick up portable food at the gas station when we filled up the car. Detroit to Chicago is 300 some-odd miles, which meant it was going to be a long day.

Before we left, we booked a hotel for Chicago via Orbitz. The place that had originally been suggested was either full or $169 per night depending upon which travel site you checked. Instead we ended up with $89 per room for the night at the Holiday Inn Select near O’Hare airport, but about 14 miles from the venue for the show. I figured it would work better because when it came time to head for the airport, we wouldn’t have to drive through town to get there. I’d rather make that drive after the show at 2am instead of during the day, even on a Saturday.

The drive into Chicago was uneventful, although we did see some snow along the way.

Actually, I shouldn’t say it was completely uneventful: Along I-80, cars get a faster speed limit than larger vehicles, so we were cruising along pretty good. After a quick rest stop we were back on the road and I could see a coach bus in the distance.

I thought to myself “Wouldn’t that be funny if it were Roger’s bus?” but kept it to myself. We were still at least ¼ mile back and, really, what are the odds?

As it turns out, we saw the horses on the side as we got close. Just as I was about to say “I don’t suppose that’s Roger’s bus, is it?” Todd started digging around in his CDs. He opened the window, got a death grip on his copy of Americano and held it out the window as we pulled in front. In the rear-view mirror I could see the driver pointing to us, apparently talking to someone else on the bus.

We hit traffic on our way in, but it wasn’t horrible. About like rush-hour through Downtown Minneapolis, except this was 3 in the afternoon near Southwest Chicago. It was mostly due to construction along I-90.

Once we got checked in and settled at the hotel, we headed over to the club. Todd and I figured that it would be good to locate the venue and find some dinner in the area before the show so we aren’t rushed. As it turns out, Joe’s Bar isn’t really around anything, food-wise, so we ended up eating at the club.

Inside, the club looks to be about the size of First Avenue, between 750 and 800 person capacity. We found Tippy and Diane again, right up front, and joined them. The first opener was already on, an acoustic guitar duo whose name I can’t remember. They were OK, but not really worth remembering or buying their CD.

By the time As Fast As took the stage, the place was packed. Everyone was pressed up against each other and good luck getting back to your spot if you wanted to hit the bar. The more crowded the show, the more fun it tends to be, and this was no exception. And now I’m sure that Spencer and the boys are doing the same set each night. That’s OK though, since that makes it easier to sing along; and I didn’t care who heard me. They kicked ass.

Roger’s show was great too. I’m loving every minute, and getting recognized – even when it’s just a nod – is really pretty cool.

I didn’t manage to get a set list this time, but the woman who did was nice enough to let me snap a picture of it: Americano; Wanted; Blue Collar Suicide; Honky Tonk Union; Banditos; Little Hung Over You; City Girls; Mexico; Broken Record; Down; Tell Yer Momma; Love, Come Lighten My Load; Switchblade; Girly; Yahoos and Triangles; European Swallow †; Jack vs. Jose; I Don’t Need Another Trill; Green and Dumb; Beautiful Disaster; Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park; Counterclockwise; with the encore being Leaky Little Boat; Mekong; and Nada. That’s according to the written list, so there might be a couple things out of order or an addition.

We didn’t hang around very long after the show, which may have been by design on the club’s part. They started playing techno/house music right after Roger was done and it cleared the place out pretty fast. Todd and I wandered around behind the venue and saw that the crew was loading the bus with such purpose, it was unlikely that Roger was going to come out. With the lack of other bars or restaurants around Joe’s, we took it as a sign to go back to the hotel and get some sleep.

(* These were originally recorded as Refreshments tracks.)

Note: I started this post Saturday when I was back home. It took me a while to get it finished and on-line after that.

Friday, 03 November 2006

We got out of Cleveland late, and met with a couple road delays on the way to Detroit, so we didn’t get into town until about 4:30 this afternoon. Since we still had to find a hotel at that point, we had to abandon our stop at the Mowtown Museum. Pretty disappointing, but it was an add-on “if we had time,” so it’s not like we’re really missing anything we had planned for the trip.

We found the venue, The Magic Bag, just fine and stopped in the parking lot for a bit while we did some research on hotels. We ended up at the Red Roof Inn roughly 4 miles away. Not a bad place, especially for $50 per night. No amenities and outside access to the room (like most motels), but the rooms were clean and the place didn’t strike either of us as a bad place to be.

We grabbed a quick dinner at a Mexican place next door to the hotel. It was called Grand Azteca, which I swear must be related to the El Loro/El Azteca chain in the Twin Cities. The menus looked identical, as did the food stylings, right down to the white salsa that I love so much. From there, it was a quick jaunt over to the club and on with the show.

The Magic Bag looks to have been converted from an old movie theater. The stage is about 4 feet high and the main floor is broken into several levels, which of which is a foot or so higher than the one in front of it. The layout makes for good sightlines pretty much anywhere you are in the club.

As Fast As put on another great set. I didn’t pay 100% attention, but I think it was the same songs as the first night, including their cover of Mott the Hoople’s “All the Young Dudes,” which was pretty fun to see.

Once Roger came out, things really heated up. He and the boys did a great show where they did (I managed to snag a setlist from the stage, so this one is as right as I can make it): Blue Collar Suicide; I Don’t Need Another Thrill; Banditos; Honky Tonk Union; Broken Record; Mexico; Love, Come Lighten My Load; Switchblade; Leaky Little Boat; Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park; Girly; Yahoos and Triangles; Jack vs. Jose; Preacher’s Daughter (request); Americano; Mekong; Green and Dumb; Tell Yer Momma; Andale (new song!); Wanted; with Mexican Moonshine; Counterclockwise; and Nada for the encore.

After the show, I talked to the guys in As Fast As for a few minutes and got most of them to autograph their CD. When I tried to catch up with Todd, the bouncers wouldn’t let me get to where he was because they were trying to get people out of the club. Never seen bouncers be quite so aggressive about clearing out the place after a show, especially when bars don’t close for another couple hours.

I told Todd I’d wait outside while he tried to stick in there to talk with Steve for a few minutes. When he came out, he said that Steve told him to come to a place called the Shuffleboard “next door” and we’ll hang out for a while. Todd went to the bus to see if he could catch Roger while I stood watch at the corner.

Finally Nick and Steve happened by and said to come along so I said I’d catch up in a minute and went to fetch Todd. Good timing on my part too. I got to talk with Roger for a couple minutes and filled in a couple autographs. Then Todd and I headed over to a different local place with Steve and hung out for a while again. Turns out Nick was there too and we had a great time, although it made for another pretty late night.

9am is going to come very early, I think, but we have a 6 hour drive back into Chicago and still have to finalize hotel arrangements before the show.

(* These were originally recorded as Refreshments tracks.)

It turns out the Days Inn was more of a shit-hole than expected, but at midnight we weren’t going to quibble. My room turned out better than Todd’s did. His had 40+ cigarette burns on the bathroom counter, another 40+ on the nightstand, at least one on the toilet seat, and one on the lampshade. The Continental Breakfast was a couple sad bagels, bad coffee and nothing else. If you ever have the opportunity to stay at the Days Inn in Downtown Cleveland…don’t.

Obviously we decided against a second night there and went looking for food and a different place to stay. We ended up at The Erie Lodge which, although less than what I want in a hotel room, it was only $46 including taxes. For that price you get a bed, a bathroom, and a door that locks. No amenities, just a cheap room. Perfect for a one-night stay where you won’t spend much time in the room.

Once we settled on the new hotel, we headed for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. There are six floors, the first two are set up like museum exhibit space with multiple galleries set out in different themes.

The first two floors had tons of cool stuff. Tons of costumes, guitars, studio equipment, and other memorabilia. Throughout there were tons of notebooks that the various artists had used to write out lyrics. Todd and I both noticed that throughout them most were written in ink and there were very few cross-outs. Kind of like any other creative endeavor, songwriters would get into the zone and just write. They didn’t go back and correct anything, they just wrote to get the words down.

In my mind there were too many costumes focusing on current musicians and could have been more from a wider range of artists. I guess it’s part of curating a museum, you have to try to appeal to a broad range of people and kids will be drawn in by a grouping of several Britney Spears (2), Christina Aguilera (2), Backstreet Boys (3), N’Sync (5), and J-Lo (1) costumes. Although they did have one spot with 5 David Bowie costumes from over the years.

Third floor is the cafe and the entrance to a three-screen multimedia display that touches on all of the inductees over the years. It’s about 20 minutes long and worth sitting through. It’s packed up with some great songs, many short interview segments with the honorees, and video footage of them performing throughout their careers.

The theater are empties onto a ramp that takes you to the fourth floor gallery space. Up there was a very cool Les Paul exhibit that covers his lifetime so far (the guy is 91 and still plays!) and has several of his early guitars and design experiments.

The sixth floor special gallery was closed to install a new exhibit, but fifth was open and had a thing about The Clash covering their entire career. One thing I noticed was that most of the items on display were Mick Joneses. Maybe a dozen stage outfits, several guitars, notebooks used for developing lyrics, and a video running an interview with the band.

There were several points where the whole thing was almost overwhelming. The two lower galleries are just packed with stuff. Huge cases with 50-60 items each all numbered with short descriptions below. It only takes a few hours to go through everything, but it would almost be better to split your visit across a couple days and only do half each day, taking a break mid-way through each time.

From there we went pretty much directly to the venue for the Roger Clyne show. This one was at the Beachland Ballroom and there was pretty much nothing around it. Fortunately there was a Chinese place called Jackie Chen’s, so we could grab some dinner and kill some time before the doors opened.

I’m still working on a show review, and will probably just do one for the 4 shows to contrast and compare. The short version for right now is that it was great. We stood up front, the band recognized Todd during the show and when I talked to Nick afterward he recognized me right off. We weren’t the only familiar faces to them. There are a couple dozen people that regularly travel to his shows and see them several nights in a row.

The opening act was called As Fast As and they were pretty cool. Rock with a 70’s vibe to it. Very good stuff. They’ll be opening the next few nights, so more on them later.

The Beachland is a decent concert venue. Looks like it could hold between 500 and 700 people. The stage was up so the people in the back could see and had plenty of space for the guys to move around.

The set list for the night was: Nada, Wanted, Blue Collar Suicide, I Don’t Need Another Thrill, Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park, Mexico, Beautiful Disaster, Little Hung Over You, Sonoran Hope and Madness, Love Come Lighten My Load, Switchblade, Leaky Little Boat Boat, Banditos, Feeling, Americano, Tell Yer Momma, Green and Dumb, Andale (a new song!), and Girly flowing into Yahoos and Triangles (the King of the Hill Theme); with Counterclockwise and Mekong* for the encore.

After the show, we hung around for a while and talked to P.H. and Nick for a bit. Then we found Steve in the bar and he invited several of us to join him at the tavern next door where they were allowing free crossover from the ballroom. Todd and I were there, several other Roger fans, and I think the entire opening act. A rockabilly group called The Luster Kings was playing and Steve got up and did Folsom Prison Blues with them.

The Luster Kings were great too. A perfect cap to the evening. I picked up a couple of their CDs and talked with the guys in the band for a few minutes. Very cool stuff indeed. Three bands in one night isn’t too shabby.

Tomorrow we make our way to Detroit.

(* These were originally recorded as Refreshments tracks.)

Wednesday, 01 November 2006

It was kind of last minute because of Todd’s flight schedule, but Monday and Tuesday turned into travel days while I jaunted up to Madison to visit my good friend Michelle.

This was one advantage of my having stayed in Northbrook rather than a hotel closer to downtown. I didn’t have to deal with rush-hour traffic to get on the road. Then again, I checked out of the hotel just before 11, grabbed a leisurely lunch, and headed up the highway.

And don’t even get me started on toll roads. I’ve had enough of toll roads. It felt like every 20 miles I had to stop and pay just to be out on the road. And Illinois gets you leaving the state too. There’s one last toll booth a mile or two before the state line.

I got to her place around 3pm and we started getting caught up on everything, joking around just like old times. Steve came home a while later, just long enough to throw some stuff together so he could fly out east for a meeting. I wish he could have stayed, but it was good to at least say hello.

Michelle and I went over to Bluephies for dinner and it was great. The place has a funky sort of atmosphere and a menu to match. She went with the and I had the Peppercorn Crusted Tuna. It was done perfectly and the honey wasabi sauce was terrific. It came with chili infused sweet potatoes which were delicious, although mashed. For dessert we both had the Duo of Crème Brulee. A brown-sugar vanilla in one cup and chocolate chambord in another; it was positively divine, if a little small, but they say good things come in small packages.

We stayed up late talking and I realized that even though she and Steve left the Twin Cities 4 or 5 years ago, I still miss them being there. At least Madison isn’t the opposite end of the earth.

For breakfast we kept it simple and hit The Original Pancake House. The food and the service were good, just as you’d expect for a small, local place. Then back to Michelle’s house where I got to see what was left of the garden (it is fall, after all) and hear some of the plans she has for next year.

Eventually, we had to say our goodbyes. It was wonderful to see Michelle again. The two years or so since I’ve been there was far too long. I almost didn’t want to go, but I had to be back at the airport by 3:45pm to pick up Todd.

I got lucky and only had to circle the airport once to catch the right turn for hourly parking, but it paid off. I managed to find a space about as close to the terminal as you can get and ended up very close to where Todd and I had agreed to meet.

Back in the car, we hit the road and headed for Cleveland. Of course it was rush-hour in Chicago and we missed several chances to get on the express-way, although it wouldn’t have done us any good if we had. Once we finally made our way around the city, it was smooth sailing. Although we had to pay to leave Illinois again – damn tollways. Not that Indiana and Ohio don’t have toll roads either. They just do it differently. You get a ticket upon entering (in our case coming into the state) and each exit has a toll station where you pay based on the distance from where you started.

We made good time to Cleveland with only a couple rest stops along the way, one for fast-food dinner and another just to stretch our legs and top off the gas tank. Leaving the airport at about 4:30pm, we were at the hotel by 11pm (midnight local time). Not too shabby for 360-something miles.

The first hotel we looked into, I had found on-line. The Northpoint Inn is only about 9 miles from the bar for the Cleveland show and the rates looked good. When we got there and saw a strip club in the building with the hotel entrance on the other end and the rooms above, Todd and I both decided that it was worth an extra 10 or 20 bucks for something (anything) better.

About a mile away was a Days Inn and we put in there for the night. For $70 they have free Wi-Fi Internet access, free Continental breakfast in the morning, and decent enough rooms in a fairly easy location. The room isn’t anything fancy: bed, bathroom, desk, TV. It’s downtown, it’s vaguely inexpensive, it’ll work.

Monday, 30 October 2006

As far as I can tell, the Russians (Maybe Czech? Still not 100% sure though.) and the Chinese are all gone. As I went to breakfast I saw the army of women in the hallways, the restaurant, the lobby, and the parking lot, all getting ready to go.

Since I had most of the day to kill before the show, I decided to play tourist for a while and do some sightseeing. My original plan was to see the Art Institute, Sears Tower, Millennium Park, and maybe Union Station.

But first, breakfast and some writing. It was 8:30 before I actually got my ass out of bed and showered. Then a quick breakfast and I sat down to do some writing. It was almost noon before I looked up.

Like most downtown areas, Chicago is tall. You get into the city and the buildings loom over you. What I didn’t expect was how dark it was. Outside the city it was a bright, sunny day. All the skyscrapers cast such a shadow that you would think it was dusk. Everything took on that black and white cast you see when the light starts to fade in the evening.

Parking in downtown is expensive. The day rate for a Sunday afternoon was $12 pretty much everywhere I looked. In the Twin Cities it tends to be around $5 for evenings and all day weekends. Chicago it’s twice that.

I decided on Sears Tower first and boy was I impressed. They have the business of moving tourists through there down to a science. A special entrance away from the office part of the building, express elevators that go straight to the observation deck, or the SkyDeck as it’s called, a small movie theater where they run a short film before you go up, plus ushers, turnstiles, and rope-lines to keep everyone moving in the right direction.

Two things amused me about it: First, before you even get to the ticket counter, everybody goes through a miniature photo studio and gets their picture taken against a green-screen. On the way out they offer a picture of yourself with the skyline pasted into the background. Second, the quick movie was done by the History Channel and was basically a stunted version of their Modern Marvels series.

The elevator ride up is amazingly fast considering that it takes you over 1400 feet above ground. That thing ran the 103 floors in 60 seconds or so and my ears popped at least twice on the way up.

Once at the top, the view was astounding. There aren’t words to describe it. They say that on a clear day you can see for 50-60 miles. Today it was a bit hazy, so you only got 30 miles out of it. Even at that height, you can still pick out individual cars, and even people if you look carefully.

I didn’t get the sense of vertigo I normally do from being up high, mostly because the tower is surrounded by several other tall buildings, so it has the visual effect of bringing the ground up higher and it doesn’t seem as far down. Still, out of the nearly 250 pictures I took from and of the tower, I did get a few just for my mom.

After my time in the sky, I wandered the couple blocks over to Union Station. This one wasn’t nearly as cool as Union Depot in Denver. From the outside, being surrounded by taller structures made for difficult picture angles. I don’t know that I got any truly good shots.

It didn’t look much like a train station at all from the inside. It had been modernized quite a bit and didn’t have a single remnant of the glory days of railroads. I wasn’t allowed out onto the train platform at all, and the guard made me put my camera away when I tried to snap a picture through the window. For a train buff like me, that was quite a bit of a let-down since the view was pretty cool with several trains parked.

After Union Station, I hopped a cab over to Millennium Park. It was only a mile away, but not knowing the area it was hard to tell which way. Even though the GPS would have gotten me there, driving it myself was out of the question as I didn’t want to deal with the parking challenges.

There are several cool things to see at Millennium Park. One is the pavillion. They have several hundred seats up front, plus a huge green space behind them. The whole area has a grid-work of sweeping beams with a network of speakers hanging from them. There is a tall, retractable glass “curtain” to protect the stage while it’s not in use. Actually, I’m sure it can’t be glass. That would be far too heavy and fragile for the way it’s installed. I’ll go with Lexan or with some other modern plastic.

The interesting stage architecture didn’t stop there. If you look at the amphitheater itself, you’d see a lot of similarities between it and the Weisman Art Museum on the U of M campus. Stainless steel panels, lots of curves and funny angles. It’s one of those things that people either absolutely love or absolutely hate.

The thing I was really there to see was the “Cloud Gate” sculpture on the plaza. It’s a 66 foot by 42 foot blob that stands 33 feet tall. It’s totally smooth, polished steel that resembles liquid mercury. Everywhere you stand around it, or under it’s 10-12 foot arch, you see the skyline, sky, and other park-goers reflected back at you. If you look carefully, you can find yourself in there, sometimes in multiples.

There was a guy doing a painting of the sculpture and I talked with him for several minutes. He gave me some information about the sculpture and even said that if you stand dead center underneath you might be able to see a seam where there’s a trap-door into the sculpture’s innards.

Apparently the thing is hollow inside and has an internal system of wires and weights that are computer controlled. They’re used to balance against wind and temperature changes for the structure so it doesn’t deform or collapse through the seasons.

Not realizing it was there, I missed the interactive Crown Fountain, but that’s OK. The water was shut off for the winter and it gives me a reason to come back.

I spent so long just sitting in the park I didn’t make it to the Art Institute. I wanted to offload my pictures from the camera, find the theater for tonight’s show (review coming soon) and get something to eat before it started.

Sunday, 29 October 2006

Yesterday was really about getting to Chicago to kick things off. And it seems the travel gods were smiling on me as if to say my quest was right and true.

The first good sign was the gate assignment for my flight to Chicago: G18. If you go all the way into the terminal, that’s way out on one of the arms of the airport. Luckily, there is a security checkpoint along a walkway that goes between two of the concourses. That walkway is directly above the airport’s light-rail station. I got off the train, took the elevator upstairs, and was through security and at the gate in all of 10 minutes. And that was with an extra bag inspection because I forgot to take the little bag with my shampoo and toothpaste out of my suitcase before I put it through the x-ray machine.

The flight was uneventful – after all, how much can happen when you’re only in the air for 45 minutes?

About a week before the trip I realized that my hotel was actually about 10 miles North of the city, rather than near either venue for my first couple shows. I can only chalk it up to my being an idiot, but Google Maps and the Chicago city planners are complicit.

The hotel is on 2875 North Milwaukee Avenue. It turns out there are two places in the area that fit that address. One is in Chicago proper, the other is in the nearby suburb of Northbrook. I’m used to how things are in the Twin Cities. You can lay a great big grid over the whole area and pretty much find anything with a single numbering system; one for North-South, the other for East-West. Apparently in the Chicago area the start the numbering over again even when it’s the same street that appears in multiple cities, like Milwaukee Avenue.

I ended up sticking with the same hotel because I got a good rate for a decent size room and they had already charged my card for the room since it was a pre-pay Internet deal.

There must have been two conventions in town, or something. As I pulled into the hotel two tour buses pulled in after me. Out of them came at least 100 Russian or Ukrainian (I couldn’t tell from the language they were speaking) girls and their mothers. Tons of them all over the place. Later I saw a group of 20 or so Chinese guys all gathered together.

I’m still working on a review for the show, but that should be on-line very soon.

Saturday, 28 October 2006

Since the Grateful Dead are no more (R.I.P. Jerry Garcia), and I wasn’t into them enough to follow them around the country, I was never a <defn=”/glossary/?deadhead”>Deadhead. However, I have had a long-standing item on my “To-Do This Lifetime” list: Deadhead For A Week.

It wasn’t too much of a stretch, since I have been known to travel just to see a concert now and again. It had to be a road-trip to see a series of shows, going to see just one show doesn’t count.

There aren’t many bands these days that truly inspire someone to follow them around the country. But it just so happens that, at least for me, Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers is one of those bands. Every album is full of good songs, rather than one or two like other artists, and the boys put on a great show. And he really cares about his fans too. I’ve seen them several times in the Twin Cities and I’ll keep going back.

When Roger started a fall tour, I immediately checked for a Twin Cities date and happily discovered that this time we got him on a Saturday. He always packs them in at the Fine Line, so it’s going to be a stellar night. After that, I figured I’d just check what the surrounding dates were going to be and decided it was finally my chance. My friend Todd did a road-trip to see them earlier this year, but this time it was my turn. Deadhead time.

In planning the trip, I was going to catch the the series of Roger shows starting November 1st in Cleveland, OH. Then on my usual Sunday scan for upcoming shows I found out Los Straitjackets, were playing in Chicago a few days earlier. If that weren’t enough, Blue Man Group has a regular show in Chicago too.

That cemented it. I decided to make a week of it. Road trip, maybe see a couple friends, but certainly see a bunch of shows.

Saturday, 29 April 2006

Even though I didn’t really do anything yesterday, I was pretty beat after the show last night (review forthcoming), yet I still had a hard time sleeping last night. Most of it is due to being an insomniac in a strange bed, but having a hotel downtown with a room on the first floor didn’t certainly didn’t make it any easier.

After an extra nap in the morning, I finally rolled out of bed around 0900 and headed over to Delectable Egg for breakfast. The place was listed in the rental car city guide and I didn’t really want to think about where to go. I kept it simple with French toast and bacon and a huge glass of orange juice. Nothing much to say about it because how hard is it to do routine breakfast food correctly?

After breakfast, I decided to try to hit a couple of the sites I wanted to catch yesterday before it got rained out. First on the list was the Denver Botanical Gardens. I was pretty impressed — 23 acres (according to the guide) with tons of stuff going on, even this early in the year.

They have several ponds and reflecting pools spread around the site along with some interesting sculptures and, as you can guess, tons of plants. Unfortunately most of their Japanese garden, the one thing that actually drew me there in the first place, was closed off. They were working on the water feature in that area and had it surrounded by a 6-foot tall fence. It occurs to me I didn’t see any cherry blossom trees either.

The rest of the garden, however, was quite lovely.

Either it wasn’t in bloom or I managed to completely miss their rose garden, but it’s no big deal as their perennial walk more than made up for it. They had a spectacular assortment of flowers (none of which I can name), including several varieties of tulips. Another area of the garden had several beds in full bloom with still more tulips; it was really quite the site.

It took a couple hours, but I managed to see the whole place with the exception of the ornamental grasses display. I got nearly 400 pictures there, including several of a small arboretum with some Japanese bells. The bells made up for the Japanese garden being closed.

After the garden, I really wanted sushi for lunch. One place that came recommended was Hapa Sushi Grill. My guide said it was at 1117 Pearl St. No mention of North or South. After 45 minutes trying to find it, I gave up and went back to the Hotel. Once there I tried finding them in the phone book without any luck. Then I jumped on CitySearch and looked it up. They’re in Boulder…30 miles away. Sure, I have the car, but I’m not going 30 miles for sushi in a strange town — I have my standards.

The place that Jill said was pretty good doesn’t appear to be open for lunch on Saturday, so it was back to CitySearch where I saw that Mori Sushi Bar got good reviews. Off I went.

They weren’t bad, but I don’t know that they deserved the good reviews. The decor was kind of lacking but the food was decent. In the Twin Cities, I’d compare then to Sushi Tango, but not as bright-shiney-Uptown. I tried their California roll, plus some tuna and salmon nigiri. It satisfied my urge for sushi, but made me wish I was back home at Origami.

Appetite sated, I took a jaunt over to the Colorado State Capitol so I could stand on the mile-high step and take a few pictures. Then it was off to Union Station so I could bask in it’s old-train glory and snap a few pictures along the way.

By the time I got back to the hotel, I was hungry again, and in the mood for Italian food. With a bit of searching, and a lot of luck, I found the perfect place. One that was so good, it deserves a post unto itself so I can do it justice.

Friday, 28 April 2006

Here it is Friday, and I’ve barely left the hotel. It’s been raining off and on all day, so I decided to skip my walking tour of Downtown Denver sites. It’s kind of a disappointment, but as long as I see Massive Attack — the whole point in the trip — everything will be OK. Anything else I manage to fit in will be just gravy.

Part of the reason for walking was to avoid spending half my day looking for parking spots. The original plan was to stand on the mile-high step at the State Capitol (it actually has a marker), then down the block to the the Colorado History Museum and on to the Denver Art Museum. If there was still time before lunch, I’d run through the Denver Mint. After that would be lunch on the way back to the hotel, grab the car, then check out Union Station (as if I’d skip a train station), the botanical gardens, the Denver Zoo, and the Museum of Natural History.

With the rain, and since I had to move the car, I hopped down to Pasquini’s Baking (found them in the yellow pages and on my map) for breakfast, then the Denver Art Museum. I couldn’t find parking near the mint, so I headed back to the hotel and spent the rest of the day reading, save for a short jaunt out for lunch.

I got hungry again around 4, so I walked down the street to a Mexican place called Las Delicias to grab an early dinner. I wanted something in my stomach because I knew I wouldn’t make it through the show without it.

More on the show later. I’ll have a whole separate post about that.