Station to Station with Patti Smith at Union Depot, 9/12/13

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Steven Cohen
Station to Station
with Patti Smith, Eleanor Friedberger, No Age, and White Mystery
Union Depot
Thursday, September 12, 2013

Although it doesn't do it complete justice, the tagline for Doug Aitken's experimental traveling circus Station to Station works as a terse summation of the evening: "A public art project made possible by Levis®".

Staging an abbreviated rock concert against the backdrop of St. Paul's gorgeous new Union Station was no doubt a stroke of genius, and the organizers certainly did an admirable job of searching out visual and performance artists to compliment the music. But in spite of all the event's highfalutin' artistic aspirations, it was tough to shake the feeling that we were a part of an admirably well-disguised marketing project.

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Station to Station at Union Depot, 9/12/13 [Slideshow]

Nobody really knew what to expect when Station to Station rolled into our Silver City. Each of the tour's nine "happenings" were billed with an almost completely unique set of musicians, performers, and art pieces housed in several locations along America's crisscrossing network of railways. Ours was the last stop in the Midwest, and the only one to feature the godmother of punk herself, Patti Smith, which definitely succeeded in flattering our collective Minnesota inferiority complex. Roughly one-third music and two-thirds art-shindig, Station to Station was definitely a unique experience for a town known for meat-and-potatoes three-band rock shows, and it brought out the hipsteratti in droves.

Stationing miniature galleries and stages in four colorful yurts on Union Station's front steps outside of the official ticketed area, the STS made a welcome early bid for public appeal by allowing the locals to experience some of the event free of charge. As a rock journalist, I'm not even going to attempt to judge the quality or content of the myriad of performance art pieces that drifted through the evening, except to say that I found local luminary Kate Casanova's piece Vivarium Americana to be quite affecting. A gleaming, clean black 1976 AMC Pacer with it's interior completely overwhelmed by the growth of thousands of oyster mushrooms, the piece perverted the automotive lust so natural to every American with a beautifully eerie fungus.

Other attempts to make this a "happening" included a modern dance troupe rolling across the floor and benches of the Depot's waiting areas with armfuls of vegetation, and even "growing" around a bemused and unsuspecting bystander. Printwork from local and national minds adorned walls that would normally be filled with train schedules, and a nice selection of art-films graced the three massive screens behind the impressive stage set up in the rear of the station.

Openers White Mystery from Chicago rattled the rafters to begin the night with a swampy garage rock stomp that cut through the pretentious surroundings like a hot knife. Imagine an inverted White Stripes from their DeStilj era when they were still "brother and sister," but redheads. Siblings Alex and Francis White have some of the same blues predilections and punk ferocity of their power-duo forebears, but none of the simmering tension that Jack and Meg where known for. Instead the band's short but charming set showcased Alex's Joplin-esque howl and impressive guitar playing as well as the grinning, familial chemistry between the pair. Aiming to make a serious impression with their STS-mandated 15-minute set, White Mystery threw their whole bodies into the performance, finishing with a climactic crash-out that involved Alex lifting her guitar like a dumbell and tearing a string straight out of it while feedback squalled and Francis dismantled his drumset with extreme prejudice.

From there, things started to get a bit fuzzier. I missed No Age's performance in the confusing jumble of screenings and performances. No official set times were marked, because apparently that would have made things too structured, man. I guess we were supposed to free ourselves from the subjugation of time, or something.

Steven Cohen
Clad in what had to be a Levis® branded Canadian Tuxedo, former Fiery Furnaces frontwoman Eleanor Friedberger struck out with her new band in a refreshing diversion from her more theatrical previous works. Still promoting her new album Personal Record, Friedberger made an excellent case for herself with a great display of songwriting talent and cool stage poise. Somewhere in between Todd Rundgren's loopy pop sensibility and the more hard-edged new wave of The Pretenders, the new songs have a distinct 70s vibe but never felt retro. Unfortunately, like White Mystery, Eleanor and her band were gone almost as quickly as they started, making way for more art film.

As the room began to fill, expensive video cameras and DSLRs buzzed around the stage like flies on a picnic, many of them on the Levis dime, no doubt, and chronicling the event for posterity and future commercial potential. The house lights shut off for a bizarre
spoken word/performance art piece involving a smoky voiced gospel singer, a motor-mouthed cowboy-hat wearing auctioneer and a guy cracking two bullwhips wandering through the crowd, the purpose of which was utterly lost on me. It did serve as a nice timesuck until the Patti set began, and Station to Station finally began to make sense.

Location Info


Union Depot

214 E. 4th St., St. Paul, MN

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