Swinging Singles Club MN

  So I've got a few more in the pipeline now. Regular flavor SSC is queued out until July 2021.  For whatever reason, I'm thinking I want to get to a place where the two blogs are synced before I start seriously considering adding that third one. There's just too much fucking stuff to hear and I get a bit obsessive about it even if my typing about it is usually less than enlightening. And unless you're a serious datahoarder, you can always just delete the things you don't like. Anyway here's the other release by His Mishchief     The Perfect Lover (2009) The full length follow up to the debut. More of the good stuff. I really have nothing new to add except that in I did find, but haven't read, a His Mischief blog detailing a two week 2008 West Coast tour. Now you too can live the past vicariously as you travel with them over a decade ago in story and pictures without suffering the pain of the bad food, poor sleep and the musky funk this is the inside of a t

  My blood sugar is crashing, but what else is new whenever I start queuing up a few posts round these parts.  I'm also ripping and tagging another dozen Minnesota discs in other windows while I do this. Here's where the frustration sets in. There's a few extra steps involved because they're usually not in the database accessed by the software I use to rip the discs. That means that I have to look them up individually on Discogs and do some voodoo to get the proper tags together along with some manual entry and filename changes. On top of that most of the cover scans are not up to my usual standards, so I know there's at least another couple of hours of scans that I'll need to do as well as upload the improvements to Discogs as part of my contribution to things there. It's all very First World Problems, but I'm cranky tonight and the cat is sitting on the table right by my desk here and trying to stare me into feeding her. Summer's Eve (2007) One of

  I'm very groggy still. I had a short nap and I'm having some coffee, but it's not really helping. I got my second shot the other day and it fucked me up pretty hard. I mean, the first one got me to call into work. The second was like a 24 hour trip back to COVIDtown only, I swear, even worse. I ended up mostly sleeping in short bursts for a day and night. Sleep for an hour, be barely awake for twenty minutes or so and then crashing again. All the while feeling like absolute death. But according to what I've read up, if you've had COVID, the vaccine hits you a whole lot fucking harder than everyone else. I will attest to that. On the plus side, I'm vaccinated. The wife has had her first. The cat doesn't care. the Red Flags (2007) I can't seem to locate this particular disc. It's around here somewhere in one pile or another of compact discs sitting around cluttering up the place until I can get my ass to Ikea and buy some more fucking Cd shelves. I n

 But in the meantime my queue is getting short. So here's a quickie. Red Eyes & Sincerity (2005) The sole feature length release by Blame. If you're interested in the band family tree that follows this release you can always look them up on Discogs and follow the links . I don't have time for that now. I have to eat and then improve the lives of the critically ill.

 So, I know what you need. You need some Punk fucking Rock. Yeah, real "stick it to the man" shit. I got you covered, fam. No Hold Back... All Attack!!! (2002) State of the art punk rock in every form imaginable circa 2002 stuffed onto two discs and ready for you to slam dance to in the privacy of your very own home. Seriously kids, there's 54 tracks spread across this double disc set of Twin Cities finest and the occasional less than finest, but perfectly adequate. Big list for the party poopers who hate surprises is at Discogs . I mean, who doesn't need some short fast rock and roll in their lives on occasion. I know I do.

 One last quickie for the night so that I can have be one whole month out in the queue for the time being. I have shit to do. Better News (2006) The band with two first names. I found a few things on dead websites like MySpace One makes this bold statement: "This pioneering experimental rock power trio hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota and is fronted by guitarist & analog sound scientist Bill Mike. BMB was nominated "Best Rock Band" and Bill Mike "Best Guitarist" by the Minnesota Music Academy. Longtime bandmates Chris Morrissey (bass) and Steve Goold (drums) joined Bill Mike on "Truce," BMB's second album, which will be out on Draw Fire Records in the fall of 2008. BMB pride themselves on their musical diversity and have performed at many rock clubs, jam band festivals, experimental art houses, and hip hop festivals throughout the country, and are committed to empowering the listener and helping the planet one gig at a time!"

  At the beginning of this century there was a number of Twin Cities bands that were as much about dressing up and being as tongue in cheek as they were about music. I had arguments with bandmates at the time because I wanted to concentrate on playing music, not dressing up in campy matching outfits. It got very contentious. (My compromise was that I'd always appear onstage as if I were meeting their parents for the first time.) Overall it was a very silly time in a very silly place. Here's one of those other bands. Pop It In (2000) Fizzy Lifter. They sound like the name. Kind of silly. Sweet. A little bit of funk, a little pop. Something you could have slipped into a party playlist way back in the day. I mean, you could probably still do it, I'm sure it counts as retro... The Cd also has a really silly video of the band which I'd found on Youtube a while back, but since their search engine is complete fucking garbage and can't find stuff even if you were punch in t

  Out of one's wheelhouse. Such an odd and archaic phrase. A wheelhouse being a place at the end of railroad lines where they'd turn the train engines around to go back the way they came. There are probably some still around, but I doubt too many. It seems like I use way too much obsolete slang. I seem to have to explain words like "rube" to people who act insulted at hearing something for the first time. Kids today just have no interest in colorful language. Anyway, here's Ousia Why is That a Four? (1997) Ambient experimental space noises. Let it wash over your brain with the chemicals of your choice. Dave Onnen would go on to play bass for psychedelic "all our pedals go to 11" overdrive band Skye Klad and dated the bass player for a band I was in back at the start of the century. Ousia also had Fred Teasley (r.i.p.) as kind a soul as you could ever want to meet and have a few beers with on the patio at Grumpy's NE. There were other people in the b