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After 34 years in the psychedelic southern rock game, the Meat Puppets are still going strong.
It hasn’t been easy.
The band –– currently comprised of brothers Curt and Cris Kirkwood and drummer Shandon Sahm –– has dissolved twice in the past three decades, primarily due to Cris’s struggles with heroin and crack cocaine.
In the early 1980s, Johnny Cash relapsed. In 1983, he cleaned up in rehab. The next year, he wrote and recorded the majority of “Out Among the Stars,” an album that was never released — until now.
Cash’s son, John Carter Cash, dug up the old recordings, recruited guitarist Marty Stuart to record new tracks and released what may be the most cringe-worthy Johnny Cash album to date.
It’s not Cash’s fault. Columbia Records shelved the album after its recording. And it’s understandable that his son would want to release the lost tapes.
When they were 16 years old, Slightly Stoopid’s Miles Doughty and Kyle McDonald were discovered by Bradley Nowell, (the now-deceased frontman of Sublime) in their hometown of Ocean Beach, Calif.
Nowell invited them to play at a “cowboy punk bar,” liked what he heard and asked them to record an album for his label, Skunk Records. The rest was history.
After four years of failed attempts at getting into the Minnesota Fringe Festival, Jena Young finally got a spot in last year’s 11-day event. The only problem was that she wasn’t notified until two weeks before she was set to perform.
In that short time, Young wrote a one-woman show about being on welfare in her early 20s, aptly titled “Memoirs of a Welfare Queen.” The show was met with enough positive reviews for Young to rework the script and perform it again, this time at Bryant Lake Bowl’s theater in Uptown.
Nathanael England was trying to find something to set off the coyote trap.
“We probably don’t have any carrots, do we?” England asked his partner, Remedy Howard.
“We have one carrot. It’s organic. Organic carrots are wimpy,” Howard said, handing England the lone vegetable.
Tommy Ryman learned the hard way that it’s sometimes best to keep successes a secret until they’re a sure thing.
When A&E caught up with Ryman at Seward Cafe earlier this month, he mentioned that he was once flown to Orlando to film a bit for “NickMom Night Out,” which was later removed due to a copyright issue. Unfortunately, he’d already told his dentist (among others) that he would be on the show.
*Names have been changed for privacy
On Monday evening, I dated 13 people in two hours while my boyfriend stayed home and watched the Olympics. I wasn’t cheating on him; I was just curious — who does this? And why?
Yaacov Deyo, a Rabbi and Harvard grad, invented speed dating in 1998 as a way to help young Jewish singles find their mates. His approach spread like wildfire, and knockoffs soon began popping up across the country.
Dan Wieken’s art starts in the first-floor hallway of the Tilsner Artists’ Cooperative in St. Paul, with drawings of a deer skull, a woman with mutilated breasts and what Wieken referred to as “a deathripper night attack grim reaper with a sword in a graveyard.”
The plaque underneath his work reads:
“Dan Wieken. Raised in a rural, Minnesota woods shack. With a stick, dirt, and animal hides to mark on, this is the end result of an almost feral mind.”
Cans of Mendota Springs sparkling lemon-flavored water were everywhere. They started in the doorway and snaked toward the overflowing garbage can, where some were piled on top of each other and more rested on the floor, forming an unintentional Mendota Springs shrine. Three cans sat on the guitar amp in the far back, and one more was in Jordan Bleau’s, aka Frankie Teardrop’s, hand.
As Mikayla Gustafson retrieved her cafÃ© miel from the coffee bar, she turned to her friend Katrina Haugen and said, “I talked to this transsexual medium named Peppermint.”
At various points in his life, Bjorn Hunstad of Moorhead, Minn., has been an actor, a photographer, an artist, a drummer, a pianist, a violinist, a snowboarder and a model. But above all, the 20-year-old Hunstad, aka Bloomer, is a beatboxer.
Last Wednesday, Bloomer invited A&E to his new St. Paul apartment, which he shares with his longtime friend and rapper Joshua Evans Turner, otherwise known as Dem Atlas.
Atlas and Bloomer met through high school speech tournaments when Hunstad went to Moorhead High School and Evans went to Eagan Senior High School.
What do you do when you want to make films but your school lacks a cohesive program? For Nathan Hastings, Jacob Fritz and Jacob Johnson, the answer was simple: You pool your resources and do it anyway.
“If you’re serious about studying film at the [University of Minnesota], you sort of have to do your own thing,” Fritz said.
Last summer, Hastings, Fritz and Johnson directed and filmed a seven-episode web series called “So-Called Superheroes” on a $600 budget. They released one episode on YouTube per week throughout the fall semester.
On October 3, 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed that the last Thursday of every November would be set aside for “a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens.”
Sarah Josepha Hale, an editor for American Ladies Magazine, pressured Lincoln into issuing the proclamation, believing it could eliminate tensions between the North and South. In 1941, Thanksgiving was declared a national holiday.
Around 12:30 p.m. Wednesday afternoon, University of Minnesota students and faculty members stopped to watch Chad Klecker and Jeffrey Hayes remove shoes from three of the well-known “shoe trees” bordering the West Bank side of the Washington Avenue Bridge.
Hayes said they were told to remove as many shoes as possible from the three trees closest to land while leaving the original shoe tree untouched. When asked if he knew why the University wanted the shoes removed, he said, “I think it was because it’s unsightly.”
Amir Blumenfeld, Jake Hurwitz and Streeter Seidell, three self-proclaimed “immature” Internet stars from CollegeHumor, have mastered the art of annoyance. On the phone with A&E, they took turns saying insulting things while impersonating one another.
Their approach to interviews is a fairly accurate representation of their brand of humor — “Jake and Amir” centers around Blumenfeld finding new ways to annoy Hurwitz, and Blumenfeld and Seidell’s MTV show “Pranked” is a more extreme version of the same.
Before he began his stand-up routine, the small-statured comedian sat with his elbows propped on his knees and glanced around at the audience.
“Hello, everybody,” he said. “Can you hear me all right?”
He placed his right hand on the floor for support and lifted himself up with some effort. After telling his first joke with a certain mechanical sluggishness, he paused to gauge the audience’s reaction. Was he nervous?
Nah, he’s just a robot.
I have a lot of bad tattoos, from a “Good Burger” stick-and-poke I gave myself with a sewing needle and India ink to a rat on my left calf, which someone once mistook for a snowmobile.
While I’ve been able to attach some nostalgic significance to my oft-absurd body art, I’ve come to value good-quality tattoos over the cheap, impulsive variety.
Finding a good tattoo artist is the first and most important part of getting a tattoo worthy of your precious epidermis — you don’t want just anyone flooding your skin cells with ink.
Chillon Leach knows a lot about sheep. She can tell you which breeds have more crimp in their fleece, which fleeces best hold dye and how much fleece the average sheep can produce. At most, some breeds can produce up to twenty pounds, she said.
Leach is a spinner. She purchases fleece from local sheep farmers, washes and dyes it and finally spins it into yarn. Leach bought her most recent batch of fleece from a University of Minnesota professor who raises Jacob sheep.
“They name them and you get to meet them, which just adds this whole other thing,” she said.
Taro Asano spent six years as an unpaid apprentice before his master, Fujiwara Kanefusa, told him he was ready to be licensed as a master swordsmith.
To be officially licensed in Japan, swordsmiths have to pass a test given by Japan’s Agency for Cultural Affairs, which strives to preserve various Japanese arts. Today, Asano’s swords retail for $20,000 and up.
Asano, otherwise known by his professional name, Fusataro, is a 25th generation swordsmith and one of about 200 licensed swordsmiths living in Japan.
Exorcism — the practice of removing demonic forces from a person — is a lot more controversial than it was a few centuries ago. With advancements in medical knowledge, scientists and mental health professionals call alleged cases of demonic possession mental illness.
But Rev. Michael Schroeder of Madison, Wis., hasn’t had a dull moment in his year as an ordained exorcist. Schroeder said he usually performs one exorcism per week, sometimes more.