I suspect the musician you love most had at one time momentarily realized where what loving sorrowful haunting looming moon or star that had, since he or she really intended to care, stirred music about without hiding emotion by being dumb or bashful, could have been conjured: in  the doorway of the bar, unrushed to be stamped through and madly anxious to be sang to. And so possessed with magic, your musician, above stage, sang each song once. The ghost vanished, the songs returned to the singer and rusted and in fact, for those songs, all life became prisons.
I don’t ever expect to witness anyone sing a song that wants itself to be heard anymore on a stage. God save me if I do, because that song will be trying to kill me. The day before i wrote this i drove to Big Kahuna Burger and told them their scheduled musician was ready. They told me i don’t know how bars work. I left, and drank on the way home.

Well, hello. I haven’t really written anything on here for a little while, and I apologize for that. I have made Pat do all the work. Sorry Pat. But I am back, and I am going to tell to about the date I have listed in the title.

Several weeks ago, I contacted James Diers (Halloween, Alaska, Love-cars) to do an interview for the site, of which he agreed. Our conversation continued and he invited my band, Colder in Moscow, to open a show in which his band Love-cars would do a rare performance (their first since 2007) at the Triple Rock in Minneapolis. Being a huge fan of the band, I agreed without consulting any of my band mates, fully knowing their excitement would match mine. So, we did.

Last Saturday, after packing in all of our equipment into the Triple Rock, I sat and watched Love-cars soundcheck, luckily playing one of my favorite songs ever, “How I Get,” and then we set up and did our check. After going down the street to eat, we returned to the Triple Rock only to see a line formed out front. The inside of the Triple Rock was electric. Full of friends and strangers who all shared the same excitement. So my band mates and me went up and played a show that I am extremely proud of, though my jokes didn’t seem to go over as well with this crowd.

The purpose of this little “letter” is my desire to thank the guys in Love-cars for including us in that show. Whether the crowd liked us or not was beyond that point that night, we were just very proud to be part of something like this. Love-cars put on an incredible show, and I got to be there, front row. here’s a picture to prove it.

The best part, for me, about playing in a band in Minneapolis is the people I have been able to meet. This city has some of the most beautiful art, and I would like everyone to be part of it. For me, the Love-cars show was a music fan’s dream come true; sharing the stage with a band you grew up listening to. So I want to thank James, Dave, Al, and Matt from Love-cars, and anyone who came out to the show, you all made a very memorable night for me. Thank you.

-John