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“Technically speaking, Saturday night wasn’t my first visit to Paisley Park—Prince’s studio and performance space in Chanhassen, Minnesota. I’d been there a couple of months ago, with the okay of the management, to take external photos of the facility. Paisley Park at night, though, is a whole different story. For one thing, it’s purple.”
Last night a few of us visited Paisley Park, where 3RDEYEGIRL played their new album for us at righteous volume. Here’s the story as told by our writer Jay Gabler, a first-time visitor to the purple palace.
I’ve listened to the new Lana Del Rey album twice, and I like a few songs—”Cruel World,” “Brooklyn Baby,” “West Coast,” “Old Money”—a lot. The rest I think is kinda boring, at least musically, which is a bummer because I love Born To Die so much; since I joined Last.fm in 2007, there actually hasn’t been another album that I’ve listened to more often than Lana’s debut. So I’m definitely Team Lana, even if Ultraviolence is kind of a sophomore slump for me.
I liked the pro-Lana posts by my Local Current co-blogger Andrea Swensson and my Tangential co-blogger Becky Lang; neither mentions the Clockwork Orange reference in the title, which to me is the darkest twist in the whole project. Anyhoo, I said my piece about Lana back in 2012.
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Just one of the exciting new exhibits planned for this year’s Minnesota State Fair.
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80s Masters of the Universe toy catalogue page
I love how Masters of the Universe is a quasi-medieval fantasy land…but also, they just have some racks of guns.
Um, I don’t remember this scene.
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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.
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C.S. Lewis’s—unironic—memoir of his teenage years.
There was no official count of the number of people who turned out to hear eight-year-old Dylan Spoering play a piano recital on his front porch at 25th and Bryant in Uptown Minneapolis today, but according to music insiders who gathered across the street in Mueller Park, he’s already too big to play the Entry.