Swinging Singles Club MN

 Finishing out the year that was and wasn't. A whole lot happened between recovering from COVID to moving to now, but at the same time nothing really happened at all because it was just working through the fucking endless pandemic in the meantime and going nowhere except the grocery store for the most part. Fuck that noise. I'm tired. Guys and Dolls (1996) Rex Daisy. A really quite good Pop Rock album by these Big Star acolytes who got signed and then subsequently screwed over by Geffen Records. Not that they'd have known what to do with them especially in a year where "Gangsta Paradise" by Coolio was the top hit for 1995 and TLC and Boyz II Men littered the charts. You can get the whole predictable and sad rundown in this contemporary Austin Chronicle article And you can still get brand new copies from Pravda Records via Discogs which I did. But if you like it you can also add your name to the Change.org Petition for a Rex Daisy Reunion . Can't hurt.

  But perhaps what you need.   Golden Sun (2006) Another one on here by the Winter Blanket. A contemporary Popmatters review gave it a 6. You can disagree or support that view in the comments. (I've always found Popmatters reviewers a bit pompous, myself. But it does take one to know one.)

  I'm out of a lot of things. Like patience. I kind of lost a lot of this past off week from work because I was finally going through the other computer and did up a fuckton of vinyl from the past year. Two whole nights of scanning seven inch sleeves. Hours spent ripping and tagging. It was a lot of fucking work spread over several days/nights. And at some point between the two blogs, you may get the opportunity to benefit from all this toil. I even managed to get up early enough one day to actually leave the house and hit up some record stores and came away with a couple dozen more local Mn things for dirt cheap. Buy it when I see it or I may never get the chance again. If nothing else, I'll have a nice archive of rare things that can be donated to a library when I kick because some of the stuff that I used to see regularly is getting tougher and tougher to locate. Now where were we? Ah yes. Milk So Many Dynamos (1996) Swansong for Milk. All good things must eventually come to

  I have approximately five minutes to type this up before I have to attend to some kitchen business in the other room. Wish me luck.     Succeeding/Receding (1994) Got Milk? Here you go. Three minutes. Made it.

 There's only a couple of posts in the queue so I guess it's time to throw a few into the mix so I can ignore it for a couple of weeks again. I'm making mac and cheese.  I can't use one of those nasty boxes though. Powdered cheese skeeves me out. I make a béchamel and then throw in a bunch of cheese. It's great stuff. The problem is that were bake it, the leftovers would be dry and crusty after the pasta sucked up all the delicious juice. So I keep the two separate and only put them together when I'm ready to eat them. I'm considering doing up a smaller baking dish tonight so I can run it under the broiler and get a little panko crust on top for tonight. Which leads into this set of posts because béchamel is made with Milk.   Ear (1993) Milk. They were. They aren't. There's not much of a digital footprint left of them that I could find with anything particularly pertinent. Partly because they existed in the pre-internet days and were done before the

  I suppose I should work on finishing up the tikka masala since that's the oldest thing in the fridge. I finished Borderlands 3 the other day. Not sure what to do with myself...  Beat Is Murder - Cockfights & Cakefights 1992-1996 (2003) Minneapolis' favorite Beat Group's output compiled lovingly and conveniently onto a single compact disc for a sweet one stop shop. Keith Patterson, he of the ever present greek fisherman's hat has been plowing this particular furrow since the late 80s in multiple 60s inspired band. He's kind of the Twin Cities version of Mono Man from Boston's the Lyres, only for European Freakbeat stuff. I remember leaving my job by Loring Park one early evening back in the 90's when they used to show Movies in the Park with a band on Tuesdays during the summer and hearing somebody putting down a Monk's cover and wandering over to see what that was all about. I dug it. Select covers and like minded originals in glorious high fideli

  I cooked a shit ton of food in the last couple of days. Much more than necessary, but I was on a bit of a roll. So I went with it. Now I'm hungry again. The Early Year (2001) Jan. Janeen Gauthier. Indiepop Smoke + Mirror (2004) I have nothing more to add

  Yeah, I skipped out on work to see a show tonight and since I was a little undecided up until I put my shoes on, it sold out. So I kind of wasted a mental health night. Sucks. But I got package today with more Bunnygrunt records in it. So maybe it's a push Old Fashioned Sass for the Peacock and the Voyeur (2003) Kentucky Gag Order. They still exist today and most recently as August of 2021 played at Palmer's Bar on the West Bank. I must have been working. I definitely would have gone to check that shit out.