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Other noticeable differences between us and them include their relaxed attitudes regarding g-strings and swearing, and a penchant for disturbing public service announcements. The handgun-free British have no problem dishing out violence to discourage drunk driving or the hiring of unlicensed cabs (an invitation to rape!). Among the few star-sightings in these commercials is Patrick Swayze taking a self-mocking turn and making a ridiculous pitch to movie execs. The Sgt. Pepper-inspired Honda ad that took first place has a Minnesota tie with voice work by Garrison Keillor. And Har Mar, who's bafflingly ubiquitous across the pond, makes a cameo in another ad, albeit very briefly and as a cartoon.
Whether a drawing of chubby guy in his underwear makes for a better commercial is all a matter of preference. I'd rather buy a car that's shown transforming into a dancing robot than the American version, which slides through mud during a slow-motion off-roading expedition (while telling me in tiny print not to attempt off-roading). Maybe it's not fair to pit our cookie-cutter ads against Britain's best-of-the-best. Still, one of the BTAA's lowlights reassures us that everyone's got their clunkers. You know those Coca-Cola commercials where a young woman sings about spreading peace and harmony via syrup and seltzer? They're annoying over there, too.
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 30, 2005 3:07 PM | Comments (0)
Posted by Peter S. Scholtes at November 29, 2005 9:59 AM | Comments (4)
In the opening dance of Stuart Pimsler Dance and Theater's Chair, Sandbag, Rose: Fairy Tales of Love and War, Pimsler and Suzanne Costello invite you into their Red Eye Theater living room--literally to sit on the stage with them--and draw you into the core of their hectic married lives. Well, not entirely their lives, as "His/Her" was sort of constructed by New York choreographer David Gordon, who, as he puts it in a program note, "suggested, and cajoled, and vetoed, and...argued for the choreographic usefulness of uneasy investigation." Mixing dialogue and moves from ballet, yoga, and mimetic- and modern-dance vocabularies, they negotiate, nitpick, send up, put down. Lines like "May, the month of May, the last month of school, the month your son was born" roll off of their tongues in barbed cadences, with an occasional, equivocal sign of affection. It's a portrait of a working marriage in real time with two people multitasking like mad while thoroughly distracted. And you can't take your eyes off of them because they transpose the mundane to the mesmerizing. --Linda Shapiro
Stuart Pimsler Dance and Theater
December 2-4
Red Eye Theater
15 W 14th St, Mpls.;
612.870.0309
Posted by Dylan Hicks at November 28, 2005 12:29 PM | Comments (0)
What video games are folks looking for on this Black Friday? According to the Yahoo! Buzz Index, the Legend of Dragoon may festoon the needly nether-regions of many of America's Christmas trees. Here are the top ten video game searches...
1. Legend of Dragoon
2. Grand Theft Auto: Vice City
3. Metal Gear
4. Dead Or Alive 4
5. Dragon Ball Z Gt
6. Doa Kasumi
7. Sims Online
8. Halo 3
9. Perfect Dark
10. Gangsters: Organized Crime
11. Battlefield 2
12. Metal Gear Solid 4
13. Jewel Quest
14. Nba 2k6
15. Burnout
Posted by Corey Anderson at November 25, 2005 2:05 PM | Comments (0)
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Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 22, 2005 12:10 PM | Comments (2)
It's been almost 100 years since Bertrand Russell said, "It is preoccupation with possessions, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly." So how is it that "Black Friday" became a national holiday? The way it's reported by some shopping-fixated media, it's as legit a feast as Boxing Day or All Souls' Day. Thank God for Reverend Billy, and his Stop Shopping movement, who we turn to in great faith as we go forth into gimme season.
Posted by Jim Walsh at November 22, 2005 9:36 AM | Comments (0)

Posted by Steve Monaco at November 22, 2005 12:52 AM | Comments (0)
Songs I never need to hear again
1. "Me and Bobby McGee" - Janis Joplin
2. "Love Shack" - The B-52's
3. "Stay" - Lisa Loeb
4. "Like A Virgin" - Madonna
5. "I Got You Babe" - Sonny and Cher
Songs I wish people would do more
1. "The Breakup Song" - Greg Kihn Band
2. "I Got You" - Split Enz
3. "Destination Unknown" - Missing Persons
4. "Living After Midnight" - Judas Priest
5. "Kickstart My Heart" - Motley Crue
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 21, 2005 10:53 AM | Comments (1)

Posted by Steve Monaco at November 21, 2005 1:35 AM | Comments (3)
Springsteen has described Born to Run as about escape, which makes perfect sense for a guy laying all bets on his music to get him out of New Jersey. The music constantly pushes and pulls between the promise of release and the threat of resignation. "Thunder Road" (the first of nine songs that take place in "the early cool before dawn") begins with a harmonica, evoking the open vistas and endless possibilities of a western. The night is young, and a ride is waiting. But more often--in "Backstreets," in "She's the One," in "Meeting Across the River"--repeated piano figures sound like cul-de-sacs, rendering any acceleration futile. Just as the heart-thump opening of "Be My Baby" gave voice to Harvey Keitel's Catholic anxiety in Mean Streets, here Phil Spector's wall of sound gives Springsteen's own violent urban drama ("some hurt bad, some really dying") an operatic claustrophobia. Still, Born to Run's New York retains romance and hope where Mean Streets' does not; maybe the grass just looked greener on the other side of the Lincoln Tunnel.
Black-and-white video shows the 25-year-old Springsteen, a despondent prisoner in the studio, worrying over every note on Born to Run, and it's revelatory to see him shaking off the perfectionism at the Hammersmith Odeon. It takes him all of fifteen minutes to somersault off the side of the stage, and that's just a prelude to two hours of stomping, crawling, shouting, and dancing. But the obsessive work ethic and career self-consciousness that brought him here can no longer be disguised by his Brando-as-rube persona. Having spent the day of the concert tearing down "Is London Ready for Bruce Springsteen?" posters, he's caught at the exact moment between hungry ambition and weary celebrity.
The E Street Band, hustling strivers themselves, sport butterfly collars and fedoras that are so pimp-of-the-year that you keep looking for goldfish in the heels of their shoes. (Little Steven: "Johnny Boy in Mean Streets reminds me of a dozen guys I've met." Maybe he was thinking of his bandmates, bathed here in the red-tinted lights of Scorcese's film) The Armageddon-in-lockstep force of their backing makes every song feel like a rumble they're going to win. The Bo Diddley-inspired guitar repetitions of "She's the One" finally overpower pianist Roy Bittan's fugal patterns, which give way to exuberant pounding. In a full-speed-ahead "Born to Run," victory now sounds like a foregone conclusion. Escape, struggled for in the lyrics, then attained through record sales, has finally transformed the music.
The performance finally becomes an acknowledgment of leaving things behind, just as Born to Run was a goodbye to the madcap Jersey denizens that Springsteen would soon forsake for Steinbeck characters. He'd already started to leave them behind on The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle, notably in a song that would be played only a few more times before a quarter-century retirement. On the album, "Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans/They move on out down to the scene" is a triumphant crane-shot ending, two heroes disappearing into a party on the street. At the Hammersmith, "The E Street Shuffle" is refigured into a slow, soulful, crawl. The street now must be left behind for a different kind of scene--Springsteen's busting out for good, but not without regrets:
He steps outside and looks up and down the street because pretty soon it's all gonna be gone
And he moves on down to the scene
All by himself
All by himself
All by himself
And here the look on his face is a little strange, both terrified and resolved, like a young man leaving home and headed out into the world.
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 18, 2005 3:46 PM | Comments (0)
Still, the Twin Cities might not be quite as gaga over the Clear Channel-owned station as the rest of the country. According to the latest Arbitron ratings, K102 is the No. 3 station in Minneapolis/St. Paul, with an average quarter share of 8.0. WCC0-AM talk radio lands in the top spot with 9.2. In fact, talk radio takes up five spots, more than any other format, in the Arbitron ratings. Minneapolitans, apparently, would rather listen to people chatter than the country version of "Baby Got Back."
The top-three stations might snare a good portion of the Twin Cities radio audience, but not everyone is strictly in it for the Honky Tonk Badonkadonk. As member-supported 89.3 the Current's ratings continue to edge upward, the station has gained a number of new corporate underwriters, according to the Minneapolis Business Journal. The MPR-owned station reports a 2.3 share, beating out alternative station Drive 105, which claims a 1.2 share.
Posted by at November 18, 2005 2:31 AM | Comments (0)
The Devil's Picnic by Taras Grescoe
The Canadian author travels the world in search of forbidden fare, and arranges a nine-course meal of banned delicacies. I borrowed this from the library with thoughts of challenging my puritanical mindset. Sure enough, Grescoe, who's pro-legalization on all counts, keeps my teeth gnashing. I agree that the FDA should rethink its stance on raw-milk cheeses, but 186-proof Norwegian moonshine still sounds like a bad idea. --Lindsey Thomas
For Reasons of Poverty by Leroy Pelton
It's a dusty academic examination of the roots of the U.S. child welfare system checked out of the Hamline library for me by one G.R. Anderson, Jr. One more piece of definitive evidence that the war on poverty was an aberration in this country's history; it's more often been a war on the poor. Also, less strenuously, Psychoanalysis, a combination history and first-person encounter with a real live analyst by journalist Janet Malcolm. I realize Malcolm was roundly discredited after her work on the Freud Archives showed her to have a little honesty problem, but her analyst protagonist seems to have at least as many layers of guile and watching the two of them use their frontal lobes to have at each other is way more fun than Desperate Housewives. --Beth Hawkins
The Disappearance Of The Universe by Gary R. Renard
The only other two people I know who've read this are my dad and Tommy Mischke. Both recommend it, so do I. It's a precursor to the popular metaphysics tome, A Course In Miracles, (which may be too much heavy-lifting for me at this point) and, as the subtitle has it, "straight talk about illusions, past lives, religion, sex, politics, and the miracles of forgiveness." Great stuff. --Jim Walsh
The Double Helix: A Personal Account of the Discovery of the Structure of DNA by James D Watson
I understood hardly any of the science--and I'm asking "hardly any" to get cozier with "none" that I suspect it wants to--but it's a funny, droll, catty, self-revealing depiction of scientists in search of knowledge and Nobels, not necessarily in that order. --Dylan Hicks
The Emigrants by W.G. Sebald
A totally engaging series of four shorts about Germans in exile: a painter, a doctor, a schoolteacher, and Great Uncle Ambrose. The late Sebald pioneers a sort of realism, combined with documentary artifacts, that draws you into the great unreadable pattern of All Things while making mysterious the mundane. --Quinton Skinner
The Monster at our Door: the Global Threat of Avian Flu by Mike Davis
I want to be fully conscious of how I'm going to die. --Paul Demko
The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett
Part of my ongoing efforts to read more 20th Century classics. --Corey Anderson
Reading something good? Talk about it in the comments section.
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 16, 2005 12:31 PM | Comments (2)
The museum, located on Stevens Ave. in south Minneapolis, is the only one in the States dedicated solely to Russian art. The perhaps under-appreciated gallery is home to an array of wonderful works that span Russian and art history: from Socialist Realism to Impressionism, from the collective desire for utopian perfection to the desire to escape the confines of political oppression in search of humanity. A review of the museum's first show can be found here.
Posted by at November 16, 2005 12:23 PM | Comments (0)
Medieval Madness: Maplewood Lanes, Southtown Lanes, Groveland Tap, West Side Lanes
The Simpsons Pinball Party: Billy's Bar & Grill, Burnsville Bowl, Drkula's 32 Bowl, Gringo's Cantina, Triple Rock Social Club
Twilight Zone: Bugg's Place, SS Billiards
Lord of the Rings: CC Club, Elsie's Restaurant Bar & Bowling, First Avenue, Stub and Herb's, Tuttle's Bowling, Bar & Grill
NASCAR: Flaherty's Arden Bowl, MacKenzie's, Mortimer's
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 15, 2005 2:03 PM | Comments (0)
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This week: Fascists make great wings, and other gleanings from the women's bathroom at the Uptown.
"[A Minneapolis restaurant] is owned by racist, fascist haters. Oh, and they hate you. Also, they have great wings."
--Author Unknown, circa 2005, Minneapolis, Minnesota
"A dog returns to his vomit. So does a fool to his folly. Read the Bible, bitches."
--"Anonymous," adapted from King Solomon in Proverbs 26:4-5, bitches
Seen any great bathroom graffiti recently? Post the poetry and place you spotted it in the comments section.
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But when my mom told me recently that she liked this "Silverman girl," the seven-year-old dreams I had of becoming a multi-talented tightly tethered-together trio of best friends with Silverman and her polar opposite Amy Sedaris were dashed. I had to admit to myself that Sedaris, Silverman, and I will never embroider gingham aprons with apple appliques while simultaneously attempting to one-up one another with the most offensive joke ever told.
In the last month alone, Silverman has been profiled in The New Yorker, L.A. Times, and the Chicago Sun Times. Her new film based on her stand-up, Jesus is Magic, has received nothing but high praises. The film, reviewed here in CP, opens at the Lagoon tonight. And given Silverman's ascendant popularity, the critic accolades, and the fact that the film features jokes no one wants to tell about 9/11 and anal rape, you might want to get your tickets early. In the meantime, check out Silverman here as the new host of Chappelle's Show.
Posted by at November 11, 2005 12:02 AM | Comments (0)
So how is it that the show, which makes the abysmal According to Jim look Emmy-worthy, consistently lands in the Top 10 most-watched programs? How is it that 16.8 million people plop down in front of their plasmas to watch a show where the biggest guffaws occur when the meddling grandmother winds up with a bowl of spaghetti soaking into her bad dye job and stiff two-piece suit? Please settle the debate over who watches this program and why in the comments section. Nielsen Families (if the even exist!) are encouraged to participate in this significant and life-altering CTG study.
Posted by at November 10, 2005 12:56 AM | Comments (6)
Several passages from the film mimic scenes that appear in Turnipseed's book. However, in the Times piece screenwriter William Broyles, Jr. denies that there was any pilfering, arguing that the scenes in question are common to many Marine Corps experiences.
"I feel bad that he feels bad," Mr. Broyles said, adding that he had read and admired "Baghdad Express." "Maybe some of it stuck in my mind or maybe it was already there," he said.
Turnipseed has retained an attorney to look into the matter.
Posted by Paul Demko at November 9, 2005 1:18 PM | Comments (0)
Stern's show is said to have gone downhill since his late '80s, early '90s heyday, though residents of the Twin Cities wouldn't know, since their only access to his show is via the puerile snippets shown on E Entertainment TV. Still there are fond memories to be had of the halcyon days of Cookie Puss, Mister Methane, and the leashless license given to such raving maniacs as Sam Kinison, Mr. T, and Pat Cooper. In a surreal move, Sirius has already launched a channel about Stern in anticipation of his arrival.
Posted by Quinton Skinner at November 8, 2005 12:15 PM | Comments (0)

Posted by Corey Anderson at November 7, 2005 4:29 PM | Comments (0)
I'll start:
Nudists of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your Hanes.
Ignoring the sloppy model of the above headline, go for a perfect rhyme for "chains."
Posted by Dylan Hicks at November 7, 2005 4:02 PM | Comments (19)
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"Songs take so much longer to mature now." Schlieske also took other gigs; in 2001 she fronted Stevie Ray Vaughan's old band Double Trouble. Now she gigs around southern California and stays close to her sister, longtime backup singer Laura Schlieske, whose band plays every Friday at the James Joyce pub in Santa Barbara. Tina returns to the Twin Cities at least twice a year to play concerts with her beloved cover band Lola and the Red Hots, usually timed to the annual Pride celebration and Thanksgiving at Bunker's. ("That's a fun tradition," she says of Bunker's Turkey Day. "It's just an excuse to leave the family early type of thing.")
Meanwhile, the former Sire Records signee finds the indie world increasingly navigable in the online age. "To me, it's so exciting how easy your music can get out there," says the new Myspace user, who finds fans in the Netherlands and Japan through her website. "I've just become this internet whore."
(Tina Schlieske CD-release show with Garrison Starr on Saturday, November 12 at First Avenue; 612.332.1775)
Posted by Peter S. Scholtes at November 7, 2005 3:42 PM | Comments (1)
Outside the Lagoon Cinema, 9:35 p.m. Saturday. The ticket line stretches around the block, thanks in part to an exclusive screening of Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic. Moviegoers unaware of the Get Real Film Festival look confused.
Guy looking at a Get Real poster: "I wonder what they show at a City Pages film festival. People peeing on each other?"
Posted by Lindsey Thomas at November 7, 2005 3:26 PM | Comments (0)
Mike Love, lead nasalist and chief pinhead of The Beach Boys, is suing the man who gave him his entire career, for the second time in 10 years. In the '90s, he sued his cousin Brian Wilson over songwriting credits, claiming that ad-libbed lines like "Good night, baby" at the end of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" deserved equal royalties. He won that suit, astonishingly enough (Tony Asher, the real lyricist of Pet Sounds, testified that Love never wrote anything on that album), but his new legal challenge isn't expected to go far-- he's suing over the success of Smile!, Brian's triumphant recording of last year, a recreation of an album that Love hated and did everything he could to kill. Now, though, he's claiming that the new recording "shamelessly misappropriated Mike Love's songs, likeness and the Beach Boys trademark." No word if Brian will countersue, claiming that Love did the same to his songs or the group's good name with all of those shitty casino shows Mike does with his cover band. Oh, well, at least Yoko just apologized to Paul.
Posted by Steve Monaco at November 6, 2005 2:18 AM | Comments (0)
In keeping with his campaign slogan, "Why the hell not?", cable channel CMT previews a new reality series called Go Kinky, which will document Kinky Friedman's run for governor of Texas. Friedman, a musician, mystery writer, and author of the country classic "They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore," will be featured in weekly episodes that follow him on the campaign trail. (A typical Friedman stump speech includes the promise, "Make me the state's first Jewish governor and I'll bring the speed limit down to 54.95.") His independent campaign is gaining some momentum-- Willie Nelson just performed at a fundraiser, and Jesse Ventura is one of Kinky's informal advisors-- and if the pilot episodes go over as expected, CMT will make the show a regular feature next year.
Posted by Steve Monaco at November 6, 2005 1:41 AM | Comments (0)
Thousands of past and present Netflix subscribers received an email last week informing them that they were entitled to some free movie rentals. The offer is the company's way of settling a class action lawsuit filed in San Francisco last year, which alleged Netflix failed to make good on their promises of "unlimited" rentals and one-day delivery. For lapsed customers, responding to the email will get them a free month of rentals, while current customers can upgrade their service contract, increasing the number of DVDs received at one time. According to one website critical of the settlement, however, it will then be up to the customer to then cancel the new or upgraded subscription, or they will continued to be billed for it. (If you didn't get the original email and believe you're entitled to free movies, too, check the Netflix settlement website here.)
Posted by Steve Monaco at November 6, 2005 1:19 AM | Comments (1)
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"The collection of favorites includes classics like 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'White
Christmas,' and 'Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer,' each one enabled with
UmixIt's fully functional and easy to use audio software, which comes
complete right on the disc. 'U-Sing-It' makes possible 'virtual Christmas
caroling' on a global scale, as the UmixIt software enables anyone who buys
the collection to add their own vocals to a full backing band of pros, and
mix and remix their voice and the instruments as they please.
"Buyers can record their own version at midnight and email it around the
world by morning, burn their own CD of favorites to give as a gift, or just
share with friends and family in their own home. The success of the new
project (the first full-length title designed and created entirely by
UmixIt) has already prompted a follow up, as the company has recently
started work on a new collection of classic love songs- tentatively titled
'Romance' - slated for release January 3rd, just in time for Valentines day.
"UmixIt has garnered attention for their innovative technology that
delivers a song on 8 to 16 discrete channels complete with the software to
mix and edit the tracks together, bundled with popular releases at no
additional cost. Recent and upcoming releases include the newest releases
from David Banner and Aerosmith, and the upcoming Billy Joel boxed set.
"For more information on UmixIt visit www.umixit.com"
Posted by Jim Walsh at November 4, 2005 1:30 PM | Comments (0)
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A collaboration between Daybreak Newspaper, local artists, and the Bat Annex Free School, the Belfry Center for Social and Cultural Activities located at 3753 Bloomington Avenue S. will hold its grand opening on Saturday, November 5th, at 7 p.m. Local bands Eufio, the Blackthorns, and Spider Baby will perform, starting at 8:00 p.m., and rumor has it that a Replacements cover band might show up. The art and community-center collective is seeking volunteers who can assist with renovations, teaching free classes, art gallery shifts, and more. The Belfry says its mission is to foster democracy and build community through the arts, activism, media, and education.
Posted by at November 3, 2005 9:40 PM | Comments (0)
Bad news for readers looking forward to Stephen King's retirement: besides just publishing a new novel and promising two more in 2006, King has signed on with Marvel Comics for a Gunslinger series beginning next April. (Art will be by Jae Lee, who's also worked with Michael Chabon.) While comics were a primal influence for King, recently he went back to his real roots and wrote the first paragraph for a finish-the-story contest in the newspaper Weekly Reader.
Posted by Steve Monaco at November 3, 2005 5:25 PM | Comments (0)
For the past eight months, Sony BMG Music Entertainment has been adding spyware to its CDs. A computer security expert named Mark Russinovich discovered that playing his Van Zant CD on his computer had installed a secret program deep into its system, the kind of "rootkit" used by virus writers. And spyware, like the Sony program, which the company claims was designed to prevent the CD's owner from making more than three copies of it. The online press is outraged, as much over Sony's attitude as the real threat of hacking that the program (in theory) provides. John Stith sums it up: "All this is in the name of Digital Rights Management." Funny, less than a month ago Sony was one of the record labels telling consumers how to bypass the copy-protection so they could upload to their iPods.
Posted by Steve Monaco at November 3, 2005 5:03 PM | Comments (0)
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