I got 7 tix for this show…it SHOULD sell out, and not just because of TTH or Semisonic - Mason Jennings and The Hangs Ups are two HUGE draws for this show.
yah, first avenue is one lovely open pit. i guess there are tables upstairs but i’m not sure if i’d even get one, there’s so few. my plan is to make sure i get a nice long nap that afternoon, wear my comfiest shoes, drink lots of water and have a massage appointment scheduled for the next day. that, and be prepared to leave if i need to. but i’m not going to need to, i’m superwoman!
...Obviously, as a 9-month pregnant aka handicap patron, you can demand and be expected to be able to sit in a chair up front…special circumstance….that’s all I’m saying….maybe you wouldn’t be able to see see past the stage ledge….so it would have to be elevated….like a dentist’s chair…and reclined too!
I would expect that there may be some 3/4 plus Jake trip action….however….I think advertising that would sooo eclipse the reason for the show….Brad Kern….that they really shouldn’t say that….a semisonic reunion probably isn’t going to generate and attract those real trip looney-tunes like me….and Heisenbergurger…hehhehehehehe..in fact…semisonic doesn’t have those kind of fans….in fact…now all the teen semisonic fans are probably burdened down with young families and budding careers….
I’ve got my tickets and I’m going to see THE TWILIGHT HOURS. Oh don’t get me wrong, I am a huge fan of Mason, The Hang Ups, and early Semisonic/Pleasure. But I would still be ecstatic without the others involved AND without the possibility of a Trip reunion (as wonderful as that would be). I am happy to wait in line to get tickets (limit of 4), stand (not sit—eeyew), be squished against other stinky bar patrons, get beer spilled on me, heck even go into labor right there in the house that Prince built (not a possibility this time, but has been in previous Flops shows). Seeing my guys perform the way they are meant to be seen is worth all that (and more—don’t tell First Avenue that). This is The Twilight Hours forum right? C’mon peeps, please get your tickets and help even out the crowd. TTH REPRESENT!
And if nothing else you can say you were there at First Avenue when John Munson helped a woman deliver a baby on stage.
i can’t wait to tell my child someday how she was the subject of so much speculation…perhaps we’ll get a betting pool going. jane, how is it that you had a limit of 4 tickets? i bought mine online and got 6 no problem.
You are going to have a really great story to tell!
I’m getting all of these signs pointing to Minneapolis that makes me think if I can get this job that I just applied for today…...for which I am uniquely qualified and I should at least get an interview….I have all of my digits crossed…...then I should take the flight out on the 8th…..these are some of the signs:
Yesterday we were sitting at the Creamery at PSU for an ice cream cone after dropping Jimmy off and some dude sits at the table next to us with a Minnesota Twins Jersey for someone named Morneau or something and tonight is the trifecta of Purple Rain on VH1, Twins on ESPN and Vikings on network…..I tuned in just in time to see Favre get sacked…hehehehehe…love that!!!! So I have to take that as a good sign that I am destined to get this job and destined for Minneapolis on the 8th…..or I’m just delusional….I hope it’s the former….all these ups and downs are killing me….
But I would still be ecstatic without the others involved AND without the possibility of a Trip reunion (as wonderful as that would be).
Sorry. “Wonderful”? What an entirely inadequate adjective to use in this statement…though the pronouncement of my previous post remains heartfelt and true.
To see and hear a mini (or an all-out) Trip Shakespeare reunion on October 8th (or any time) would not be simply “wonderful”. Brunch is wonderful. Bubble baths are wonderful. My kid’s train horn impression is wonderful. A Trip Shakespeare reunion would be (now let me search for a more appropriately dramatic description…) It would be glorious! Earth-shattering! Soul-stirring! And an emotionally charged musical mega-combustion of love!
I find myself extremely emotional at all Wilson/Munson performances I attend. I sway, mouth agape, breathless, finding it difficult to swallow, my eyes wide open and watery, and my heart racing. I have thought and thought about why it is I feel so so deeply about this one band, and I think I have come up with a possible answer.
I lost Trip Shakespeare before I really had a hold on them. Oh, I was an early era fan: a huge fan and I loved them so. But, as young people often do, I just assumed they’d always be around.
When I experience a performance by former Trip musicians, past, present, and future come together as one…like a warp in the time-space continuum. As I hurtle through this black hole I revisit in my mind past decisions, accomplishments, nostalgia, regrets, and losses; while also imagining future wishes, hopes, questions, and fears. And I am reminded to really really pay attention fully to THIS RIGHT NOW…the present. NOW. And I realize that I am staring with my eyes wide open, listening ever so carefully, trying to memorize each chord, each word of the band’s witty exchanges, the setlist, the instrument changes, the capo placement, the contours of Matt’s mouth, the faces of the crowd, and this feeling, this feeling of utter joy (with fear and longing and confusion and heartache mixed in). This, I remind myself, is how I should live my life always…appreciating and memorizing every detail of every moment all the time. Will there be another time? Or will this be the last time?
Jane, that’s beautifully expressed. Especially those last thoughts. Do you read Richard Ford? I think his Bascombe trilogy (the Sportswriter, Independence Day, and Lay of the Land) is about as good as contemporary fiction can be. The Sportswriter is all about capturing, defining the ineffable passage of time. It closes like this—and I think reflects what you are getting at. Every time I read it, it takes my breath away and makes me pensive for the rest of the day:
“I walked out of the condos onto the flat lithesome beach this morning, and took a walk in my swimming trunks and no shirt on. And I thought that one natural effect of life is to cover you in a thin layer of . . . what? A film? A residue or skin of all the things you’ve done and been and said and erred at? I’m not sure. But you are under it, and for a long time, and only rarely do you know it, except that for some unexpected reason or opportunity you come out—for an hour or even a moment—and you suddenly feel pretty good. And in that magical instant you realize how long it’s been since you felt just that way. Have you been ill, you ask. Is life itself an illness or a syndrome? Who knows? We’ve all felt that way, I’m confident, since there’s no way that I could feel what hundreds of millions of other citizens haven’t.
Only suddenly, then, you are out of it—that film, that skin of life—as when you were a kid. And you think: this must’ve been the way it was once in my life, though you didn’t know it then, and don’t really even remember it—a feeling of wind on your cheeks and your arms, of being released, let loose, of being the light-floater. And since that is not how it has been for a long time, you want, this time, to make it last, this glistening one moment, this cool air, this new living, so that you can preserve a feeling of it, inasmuch as when it comes again it may just be too late. You may just be too old. And in truth, of course, this may be the last time that you will ever feel this way again.”
Oh my God, Jane, that is soooo beautiful and awesome…...WOW…...I feel the same….in every way….except I’m tortured by the distance between me and musical beauty…..Geez…..
....and psh, I love your quoted passage….
...welp…I’m off to my “new student” orientation at Temple…..I’m wondering what the cross-section of students will be and hope that I am not the only old and decrepit one around…...
...okay….I just got an email where this company wants to know my salary requirements….I intentionally left that OUT of my resume and letter…..I hate this…..so I told them what I was making when I was booted so cruelly in January…and what I was making 10 years ago…..and gave them that wide range…..although to be honest I would take anything really, but I don’t want to screw myself or price myself out of range….of course I haven’t indicated to them that I have already planned to take Friday oct. 8th off…...heheheheeee…...see, I’m going crazy…..they probably won’t even want to meet me in person…..for fear my overwhelming joyous personality would overwhelm what is obviously some dull engineering group….sigh…..I hope I get this position…because I already have the first 2 months salary spent in my head!!!!!
I fear I’ll still be eating rice and beans in two months….and not because it’s fashionable to do so!!!! Actually I like rice and beans…especially with a little Spam and tabasco….Hahahahahhahaha…...oh my…I’m totally off the cliff of insanity…..just the thought of getting to first avenue for this show…..must damper my spirits….....
OOPS! Sorry…I didn’t mean to write in all bold. I’m just now looking at my post.
Thanks for letting me gush from the heart and a little mix of delirium from dehydration…(too many long runs in ninety degree temps and seventy percent humidity and my mp3 player is out of commission…NO MATT WILSON SERENADES to propel me forward!)
psh, That’s amazing that you can find such a similar quote from literature. I have not read Ford, but on my bookshelf I have an advanced reader’s copy of Independence Day from my long ago days as a bookseller. I should add it to my towering and dusty bedside queue. This excerpt you posted describes most of life as drudgery with momentary glimpses of bliss…I, on the other hand, find myself in awe and reverie of all of life including its ugly, confusing, heart-crushing, messiness…but this awe and reverie is brought on by powerful and heart-stirring art (of all kinds, but especially of the Matt Wilson and co. variety). I think my philosophy is better captured by a Mason Jennings lyric…“Honey, I’m sure that you’ve been loved before and many other men have held high places in your eyes. Jealousy has got no use for me. The past is beautiful like the darkness between fireflies.”
And psh, I’m going to finally meet you at Mears on Thursday…one way or another.
Kara, if this job turns out to be a good fit, does it mean you’ll move here (the Twin Cities)??!!
Kara: Best wishes on your prospects. I’m certain they would be better off with you in the mix. The only question is whether they are wise enough, and fortunate enough, to “discover” you.
Jane: Your bold proclamations make me feel less foolish for being such a lush for the romance of life. My neighbor sneers at me saying, “Oh, it’s all just one incredible experience after another for you, isn’t it? You can turn the most mundane trite moments in life into enjoyable adventures.” He’s right of course, but I like the way you say it better.
Psh: Your reference quote was astonishingly pertinent! Got my head thinking about Rollo May"s “Discovery of Being” from grad school days, but only as a hazy wisp, nothing so spot on. Kudos to your brain!
