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Homeless & Big Cats – Well Wishes ft. Lydia Liza

Posted in Local Love, Media, Minneapolis, News with tags , , , , , , on Friday, November 20, 2015 by Terry Scott Niebeling

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Listen: The Undead Mariners- Renditions and Renovations

Posted in Album Download, Album Stream, Art, Culture, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, Music Discovery with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on Thursday, August 28, 2014 by Terry Scott Niebeling

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The Undead Mariners.

Hyphen- Thought Provoking Musical Poetry

Sonny Knight at Lyn Lake Street Festival 2014

Posted in Concert Reviews, Culture, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, Media, Mind Inversion Exclusive with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Thursday, June 12, 2014 by Terry Scott Niebeling

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… Sonny Knight was, and is great. He came across as the kind of guy who comes from bygone era, while effectively staying relevant. His music has life. He utilized three backup singers and a full band, he was doing it right. At the peak of the numbers in the crowd, Sonny rocked the stage like a champion. The best song of the day was “Hey Girl”, naturally, but even less familiar songs moved those in attendance. From behind the performers looking out, one could see raw excitement, and the power which Sonny sustained. His set was charged and intimate, and precisely electric. It was a pleasant and unexpected surprise, having never seen him before.

Sonny played for some time, and then the show was over. The crowd was pleased. I exited the stage at about the same time in hopes of having a one-on-one conversation with the artist. I ran around back as he was being mobbed by fans and snapped at with cameras. He took time for the adoration and with a broad smile he vanished. Sonny was something; to me, he seemed like a classic soul singer from the distant past, yet he was thriving in 2014. I wondered where his time machine was parked. Searching, I found nothing…

For the full story coming soon, check: www.dirtyterry.com

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Red Fang at Mill City Nights

Posted in Concert Reviews, Culture, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, Mind Inversion Exclusive, News, Reviews, The Learned Man's Take with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Thursday, June 5, 2014 by Terry Scott Niebeling

Red Fang at Mill City Nights was great… Yeah, except for the fact that Mill City Nights doesn’t allow you to take cameras within the venue. Naturally, since I infrequently contribute to a music blog I enjoy catching a show featuring one of my favorite bands, and maybe taking photos. Red Fang is absolutely about the things I love; drinking beer, partying, being broke, living in Portland (well maybe not that), and being hyper-trendy by just being original. I thought for a moment that I could get into Mill City Nights and snap some photos for a write-up; I was wrong. That is why this post has no photo.

Wednesday, June 4th, hours before the show, I sit at work watching the clock and contemplating either (a) selling the extra tickets I purchased, or (b) begging my other friends to join me. When Red Fang announced their show in Minneapolis I scooped up 6 tickets (the limit), because when Alt-J came I couldn’t have purchased enough tickets. I thought Red Fang would sell out in a heartbeat. I was wrong. I had 6 tickets and no takers. 7 pm hits, Dan texted me to let me know he had made it, he was in. I told him no worries, biked home, and put on my rocking pants and downed a rum and coke. Dan, Ryan, and Caroline showed at my house at about 7:45 pm. I was about 5 ribs deep in dinner and 3 beers down and ready to go. Meanwhile my camera battery was charging in the living room. I was prepared to get some epic shots.

8:30 pm we bike to the venue- all 4 of us, about a 1.5 mile jaunt. I bring an extra lock, we lock our bikes to a tree, and this is where the problem begins; firstly, Dan has a 3 inch pocket knife, as do I, that security over zealously locates on his person, and they lose their shit. I sell my 2 extra tickets no problem, at face value, just before I step in line to get groped. Dan’s knife is about as threatening as safety scissors. He puts it by the bikes which are locked to a tree. The security lady finds my knife. I also hide my knife next to the tree. After all of this I get back in line and I reach the security lady again, and it’s, “open the bag…” In my bag is a Sony Alpha 390, and an extra lens. The lady gives me a quizzical look and I am confused. She says, “That can’t come in, you’ll have to put it in a car.” I tell her I biked, she says “too bad”. More security converges on me, they laugh and tell me they can take care of it, but I won’t get it back. I am completely baffled. I am not allowed to take photos? Why can a paying patron at a venue not bring a digital camera within the premise? I must ask… Apparently this is Mill City Nights’ policy, unless you are press. See www.millcitynights.com/frequently-asked-questions

There was really no answer, just “those are the rules…”

I am totally blown away by this claim. I purchased my tickets, I brought in 5 other people who effectively spend money, which amplifies the business Mill City Nights generates, and I am not allowed to bring in my personal camera to document my experience. This is completely fucked. Worst service I have ever had…

Two security guards; the lady and another guy shake their heads and tell me it is impossible to get inside with my camera. Their meat-head manager is standing above them with arms crossed. He is looking on disparagingly- specifically at me, confirming a good find to his subordinates. He laughs in his salmon colored button up shirt, in his fake tan and straight teeth. He shakes his head too, and acknowledges the good work by his cronies.

I literally am confounded. I make suggestions. To everything I say the answer is “Nope.” “We just can’t do it.” The manager tells me I can request a “press pass”, “just go inside and ask for a press pass.” He says. I think: Okay, why can’t I just go inside with my camera? Surely I am not going to leave it out here with these unhelpful individuals, and my camera is not dangerous, or anything that would cause a problem. This was clearly a power trip in progress. Give some people an inch and they go a mile.

I am holding up the lines, my friends are waiting. I walk inside, I ask for a “press pass” which, of course, I am denied. I am told by the man behind the counter “sorry”. He puts his arms in the air as if that is a good enough excuse. I walk back with Dan to the security guards and their manager.

At this moment I realize there is no way I am bringing my camera in, at least in a functioning capacity. I suspect the “press pass” is for paying members of the media; I wonder what City Pages et al. pay to get the best photos. I think of how they take away competition by putting a price on it, a proper monopoly. It goes to show you who and what runs the city of Minneapolis, at least publication-wise, and I mean advertisements and currency.

Dan tries to reason with all 3, and miraculously they ponder some alternative aside from me biking home to store the camera…

The guards tell me to take my camera out of the bag so they can inspect it. They tell me because I brought an extra lens I cannot bring it inside, certainly. However, they say maybe if I take the battery out and give it to them I can keep the camera, it’s that or give up my baby. I hand over the battery, they assure me that they are not responsible for it being lost or damaged (even with it in their possession). How convenient. The guard takes my battery rendering my camera useless and won’t guarantee its safe keeping- fuckin’ thanks. Mill City Nights at its best; the worst.

The show itself was a different story. The crowd was alive and ready to go. I saw some local punk types and some out-of-towners alike. The opening act was a treat- I forget the name because of the hubbub which took place upon entry. But they played their part well.

Now, we are front and center sipping on PBR’s, naturally, and waiting in anticipation. I look in front of the gate to see some preppy kid with a Canon snapping photos. He is wearing a multi-colored button-up that his mom probably ironed before the show. To my amazement, another cameraman wearing almost identical attire steps in front of the gate as well. They are snapping like their lives depend on it! They are even escorted by security, ha! Presently, I see why I wasn’t allowed to bring my camera. These guys had it covered, they must be important. The first act ends with some drum solo a cappella bit. It was interesting. I was ready for Red Fang.

Exit first band left stage pursued by a bear- in the darkness of the room and the lights of the stage. Sound check for Red Fang goes off without a hitch. I can see every member of Red Fang plain as day. They came to rock. Some guy with dreads asks me about the camera situation, I tell him I am not with any publication- I don’t work for City Pages or Vita.mn. He is more inquisitive. I tell him I am a spy. I am here on a secret mission, almost foiled at the gate. I am sort of famous now at this show- kind of neat. He asks me about the make and model and scoots in front of me to get a better spot. He is completely confused about the camera situation. I don’t think he even cares.

Red Fang starts up. The whole show is a rush of energy. The smell of sweat and vomit creeps into my nose. They play most of my favorite songs from their first 2 records and some new ones. The crowd goes nuts. Red Fang is probably not used to seeing mosh pits, being from Portland and such. They asked the crowd if there is a problem, if we were mad at each other. The crowd settled a bit only up until the last few songs, which of course were the most noteworthy. “Wires” started the last 3 song stretch and everyone went crazy again.There was one mediocre song in the mix and then they brought it home with “Prehistoric Dog”. I was very satisfied with the performance, and the in-set banter. These guys are savvy and clever.

The set was great, both bands rocked the house. There was just enough quality music to leave satisfied. During the show I was scanning the stage watching the versatile artists, each contributing to the wall of sound. My head was sort of sideways waiting for another row of legs and bows to be thrown, but up until the final song it was subdued and comfortable.

The highlight of the night was definitely the douchiness of the staff at Mill City Nights, top-tier lameness. A one-star Yelp review is in store.

I would advise people not to bring a camera, even if they care to capture their experience (one they paid for). The staff members are not kind, not friendly, and strictly in the business to make money. Their rules are oppressive and somewhat demeaning. Not to mention it’s embarrassing to be subjected to adversities because of a camera, in front of others while the security people and manager get a boner. My camera by no means is anything super fancy. It is a point-and-shoot with a decent lens. Whatever the reason for the no-camera-policy, I think it is completely backward. As much as I want to believe it is for a logical reason the signs point to money and local publications influence of material output. I certainly can’t outdo them sans my battery. I suggest avoiding this venue outright if you believe in freedom of press, but if you must go to see a favorite act make sure you don’t bring anything for documentation purposes. Or, as they say, just get a “press pass”, especially if you want to snap some photos for fun on an amateur camera.

This snafu was on par with the T-shirt salesmen at the Converge show needing a break, I had money on hand. He was about to cry to the union. But that was another time, another story.

And The Professors

Posted in Album Download, Album Premiere, Art, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, Media, Music Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Sunday, April 27, 2014 by Terry Scott Niebeling

This week during my waking hours, while eating some cereal, making Deutsch study, and listening to The Current’s morning show I became privy to a local gem. Apparently, these songs have been out some 6 months yet they remained under my radar. I thought I would share something new, something innovative, and something with a sound so familiar and creative you might just be surprised. I introduce to you And The Professors…

 

Immediately one notices their multi-layered sound, the intense wall of sonic power that flows through these individuals. I am impressed with the difference and intelligence they present. And The Professor added a new level of noticeable quality to my morning. It gave me that feeling I had when I first heard ‘A Day in the Life’, The Beatles. And The Professor takes a classic concept and makes it anew.   One of the best things about this feel-good listening is that it is local, great for Sunday mornings and coffee. The song I heard was: See Through Brain, it lent a bittersweet nostalgia of yesteryear, how I felt young again to hear this melody. I hope it does the same for you. Lend yourself a listen.

 

Here they are on Twitter:

 

       @AndTheProfs

‘Orchestral folk rock parlor songs for people who love chewing gum, avocados and warm socks.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

And The Professors-Our Postmortem

Hyphon Illuminates My Day, and Opens My Mind

Posted in Art, Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on Tuesday, August 20, 2013 by Terry Scott Niebeling

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Waking up this morning, after the run and such, I was brought to a smile by something I so effortlessly had stumbled upon.  The smile was from understanding, and newly rediscovering what artistry and creativity had been harboring in my hometown area.  I found an artist I had been following for sometime, I had reintroduced my ears to Hyphon.

I was intrigued and pleasantly surprised.

I did something, just a click, and sat back to listen.  I found myself mesmerized for the next couple of minutes, and  in a better way, more open-minded to my surroundings.  I thought of Hyphon’s lyrics, I felt at a coffee shop, reading a book, I felt the general idea of expanding my mind, my situation, and my musical diversity.  I felt comforted at the sound of growth, at the use of imagination, and something even more, a piece of La Crosse, at an artist from my birth place stretching the boundaries and producing a unique sound that I could feel comfortable listening to anywhere.

I had been sitting on this song, and then we realize hesitation kills.  I had been forgetful when thinking about time I had spent perusing the ever interactive internet, the time we all had spent.  I found myself listening to a song by Hyphon, I found myself satisfied with the lyrics (use of words, vocab), sound, and production.  He is an acquaintance, an artist, and he has motivated me today, especially, to search for more.  To indulge in what we would normally pass up.  I invite you to click and listen.  You will be taken somewhere, and wherever it is, at least you went.  We all go learning something new along the way, learn today that there is artistry everywhere, especially in La Crosse.  All one has to do is open their ears-have a listen.

I have probably said enough, maybe not, but you do owe yourself a listen.  It is worth your time.

Hyphon-A Shapely Sign of Things to Come

Hyphon brings a bureau of words, ideas, and deep imagery, true underground, fresh…

Listen to this in the morning with coffee, and prepare to have your thoughts provoked.

Local Love: P.O.S.-Fuck Your Stuff

Posted in Life Perspectives from T.S. Niebeling, Local Love, News with tags , , , , , , , , on Saturday, September 22, 2012 by Terry Scott Niebeling

Oh my god, everyone is talking about P.O.S. nowadays in Minneapolis.  I have to say something…

I thought he died, just kidding, I have been reading.  Got to know what’s up on the Minneapolis Scene.  Citypages did a spot on him a bit back, a girl I work with talks about him a bunch, knows Stefon Alexander personally, literally.  Truth.

So, all this talk made me a little anxious.  I mean why wait so long to put out more music?  Oh yeah, quality control, excellente…

Last night, while getting incredibly drunk with the boys in our new house in SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS, Hammer (AKA) pulled out his fancy schmancy computer keyboard hooked up to the plasma in the living room to Youtube and bumped  the above video from P.O.S.- Fuck Your Stuff.

Firstly, I had not heard a single song off of the new album,

We Don’t Even Live Here

yet, so I had no idea what to expect.  I had been hearing some stuff, Coworker was talking a lot about how she had been listening to the CD a lot and was told not to hum the songs, even for a second, to avoid leaking anything.  She said its amazing.

Secondly, I was impressed with the music and the video itself.  I was kind of surprised; like, P.O.S. with a more matured and hardcore sound, keeping it real while being progressive, and sticking to his basic punk roots just happened in front of me.  This song literally just happened and it was good.  (I had to do a run on sentence to describe that, I know seems esoteric, but music is that way.)  Rhyming on this song is pretty great; creative, controlled, P.O.S. is vocally amazing and intimidating.

I feel I can bump this on a decent system and it will bang.  In this song P.O.S. is telling people what they want to hear, what he wants to say, and still remaining underground with the quality sound of mainstream hip hop, with actual quality.  Production value sounds amazing on this song, the beat is unique, full, and boom-stuff.  I am excited to hear more.  I have been a P.O.S. fan for some time and have been looking forward to his fourth coming release.

This video is such a teaser-

P.O.S.’s new sound is just that new, incredibly vocally driven, with wit to it.  I enjoy this song and can almost rest easy with the idea that this album will be sick.  Whatever, I want to hear it.  Send me a copy early please.

The release date is:

October 23, 2012

What Fuck Your Stuff does for me is reestablish my Love for Local Music, what P.O.S. has done, has made me want to buy his new material, as so many artist have not done recently.  I have faith in Minneapolis, with a bunch of solid music coming out of here as of late.  2012 looks to be a good year for music in the Midwest, and especially a good year for Rhymesayers Entertainment.

Listen up!