Duluth’s Ingeborg von Agassiz (Emma Rustan) has written an ode to the Duluth Hillside, part of her upcoming debut album O Giver of Dreams, to be released later this winter. Perfect Duluth Day and the Homegrown Music Festival bring you this wintry holiday-time video for the song. It features some of Emma’s music students, and dancers Brianna Hall-Nelson and Amber Burns.
Duluth’s MRS (Moriah Robyn Skye), who also plays in the band Paper Parlor. This impromptu selection from her original rock opera is called “Sordid Affairs.” Videoed in Chris Homan’s living room by Jim Richardson. Moriah’s next gig is at Sir Ben’s on December 22nd.
On this date 26 years ago, Nov. 9, 1991, Metallica returned to Duluth for its second concert at the Duluth Entertainment Convention Center Arena. Above is the TV promo for the show, which mistakenly refers to the DECC as “the DECK.” Below are performance videos of five songs from the show — “Enter Sandman,” “Harvester of Sorrow,” “The Four Horsemen,” “Whiplash” and “Master of Puppets.”
As the Crunchy Bunch, we’ve been DJing for almost nine years now, and we decided it was time to try something a little different. We started making a podcast that would feature new beats that we discover, as well as a sit-down, relaxed chat with a local face.
So far we’ve had DJ Kevin Craig, DJ Walt Dizzo, and the newest episode with Chad Lyons in the studio.
Check it out at thecrunchybunch.info! We’re still exploring ideas and trying to make it better and better each episode.
From Mark Lindquist’s basement in Baxter comes the new single by the Little Black Books, “A Plum.” The song will be available Nov. 21 as a flexible two-track record on Lindquist’s Baxtrax label. The video was shot in Duluth at R.T. Quinlan’s Saloon.
Old-time music is better than it sounds. Old-time, not bluegrass. Of course it’s futile to argue tastes in music. Foolish to judge the listening choices of another. Folly to debate ones’s aesthetic preferences. But having said that, may I add: bluegrass sucks.
Ha! Just kidding, bluegrass. You know we only tease you out of envy for your fancy shirts, and amazing chops, displayed in those talent attacks had most every solo. And you’ve got as many virtuosos per capita as any genre out there, though they be virtuosos with the souls of bean counters. Ha! Did I say that? Just kidding, bluegrass.
Of course there’s some overlap between the styles, bluegrass having “evolved” out of old-time, around WW II. It’s not like there’s a tidy trench between the two, over which we lob our slurs and brickbats. But for the most part bluegrass emerged around 1945 as Earl Scruggs (forgive him Lord) invented his 3-finger style of banjo picking that, along with fairly specific instrumentation, defines the style. Still, the term “bluegrass” is often misused to label anyone playing that assortment of stringed instruments. There’s a local pop band most always labeled “bluegrass” because of the instruments they play, but it ain’t so. How do I know? They don’t suck.
Sorry. I really should see a shrink about this hot-lick envy. Treat these deep-seated fears of Stetsons and bolo ties. Having spent so much of my life high and lonesome you’d think I’d better appreciate those mountain harmonies.
The 62-year-old New York-based news and culture paper Village Voice published its final printed edition on Sept. 20. It features Duluth-born Bob Dylan on the cover — a photo taken on Jan. 22, 1965 in Christopher Park near the old Voice offices.
The Voice announced in August it would cease publication of its print edition and convert to a fully digital format.