In town to play a couple of gigs at the Turf Club in St. Paul, JD McPherson and his band stop by The Current’s studio to chat with Bill DeVille and to play some tunes they’re currently road-testing in the run-up to the release of their next album.
You can hear me in this session, along with several of my colleagues, as a handclapper trying to sound festive rather than nervous.
“Yesterday someone was sitting in the store painting her toenails…but even that wasn’t as bad as the guy in the cafe the other day who was using a cigarette lighter to burn the callouses off his feet.”—Life at Barnes & Noble
10. Victoria Valley Orchard. There are lots of places to pick apples and fondle pumpkins in the Twin Cities, but none feel as charming or sincere as this little family-owned orchard in Shoreview. (Their motto: “Live happely.”) In the fall you can climb the hill with a basket to pick your…
Minnesota has more libraries than McDonald’s? I very much hope this is true!
“An essay on the 15th canto of Dante’s ‘Inferno,’ a history research paper, 30 math problems, a chemistry lab, a Spanish practice session on Skype, voice practice, and, if I’m lucky, half an hour of yoga.”—High school, 2014.
“With her clear conviction and articulate poise, I was unsurprised to learn that the poised, articulate artist is interested in becoming a motivational speaker someday.”—The problem with being your own editor.
“Cheap, high-gravity microbrews were one of the best things about the Midwest, in her opinion, and if [Bev] was going to have to spend an hour talking about tax law with some wide-faced blonde who inflected her long oh sounds like Marge Gunderson, [Bev] was going to need to drink several of them.”—Friendship, Emily Gould
“A strong sense of place informs the music of the composer John Luther Adams, who won a Pulitzer Prize this year, be it the Pacific Ocean, the Sonoran Desert, or the plains of his adopted Alaska.”—Wow, I didn’t realize the kind of real estate you could win for being a renowned composer. (New York Times)
“PIG 3D: ALL SIDES OF THE STORY – Activities, photo opportunities, recipes and tips on how to prepare pork encourage understanding about values important to both consumers and pig farmers. Stop by for free samples of grilled pork and enter for a chance to win free bacon for a year! Minnesota pig farmers will donate a pound of ground pork to local food shelves for each question asked about pigs, pig farming or preparing pork.”—Just one of the exciting new exhibits planned for this year’s Minnesota State Fair.
“Mary Gabler née Walker was not a whore, Anglo or otherwise. She was a very pretty twenty-six-year-old community relations manager for Wells Fargo Bank, who lived in Mendota Heights with her husband of fifteen months, and who agreed to meet me at a coffeehouse not far from the Mendakota Country Club—but only if I promised to call her ‘Muffie.’ ‘That’s what they called me all through grade school,’ she said. ‘High school, too. Probably my mother just started calling me that when I was an infant and it stuck. She still calls me that. So does my family, some old friends, too. Only the people I’ve met since I went to Notre Dame call me Mary.”—My aunt Mary “Muffie” Gabler appears as a semi-fictionalized character in David Housewright’s The Devil May Care. This whole passage is accurate except that Muffie’s in her 50s, she’s been married for about 30 years, she lives in St. Paul instead of Mendota Heights, she went to the University of Minnesota instead of Notre Dame, and everyone calls her Muffie.