02.24.2018
Rhye
Blood

I'm a little bummed that this new Rhye album isn't better than it is.

11.24.2013
Rhye
Woman

0:04 into "Last Dance"--and 0:14 and 0:25 and pretty much once every four bars throughout the entire song--I am driven absolutely crazy that the bass doesn't play what I want it to play. No, what I need it to play. I probably need to hum it to you, but for those musically inclined, basically the bass mimics the keyboard and guitar and plays two syncopated notes after the first and second beats, and a third note on the downbeat of the third. Fine. But the second time through this pattern, it seems like the most obvious thing in the world that the bass should finish it with an 8-note run of 16th notes between the third beat and the end of the measure, a little ascending scale of "dooo-do-doodoo-doodoo-doodoo", mirroring the palm muted guitar rhythm at the same time, back up to the syncopated notes again. ("Do you have it???"). It screams to be played. And it kills me, absolutely kills me, that it never happens. Even just once, towards the end, it's all I need. I might have to start digging through live Rhye YouTube videos and radio performances just to see if they ever do it live. I might have to eventually take up the bass and try out for their touring band just to do it myself. Because as of right now, I feel like I'll likely be forced to go to my deathbed with a raw sense of cosmic imbalance, asymmetrical qi, a looming sense of incompleteness, if I don't get to hear that goddamned bass fill.


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03.18.2013
Rhye
Woman

Bedroom electro R&B from a Danish man who sounds disturbingly like Sade, without any of the nonsense that makes Sade occasionally awful. But also without any of the stuff that makes Sade, more often than not, incredible. So, like, take all of Sade's decent mid-album filler material, and have the xx remix it, and give it a cool mysterious black and white album cover. You'll be shocked at how much you like what you get.


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09.04.2018 - by Steve
Potter'sDinkytown Minneapolis
Sausage roll

I think I've had a Potter's pasty from their food truck before, but I honestly can't say I remember much about it. But this weekend I finally got to their brick and mortar store (which is only a brick and mortar store in that they sell some food out of a window connected to their commissary kitchen in the basement of a building connected to the back side of a convenience store), and was duly impressed by their sausage roll. See, I'm a bit of an expert on sausage rolls; I went to England one time. So. Anyhow, these aren't quite as good as the rolls at Greggs (um if you've ever been to England like me you'll know what I mean, mate), and they don't serve them with HP Sauce (God save the Queen), but rather with a sort of tangy apple reduction, which I don't think quite worked with what was more of an Italian-style sausage than the traditional English breakfast sausage that you'd expect from a roll. But despite that, I fully enjoyed the roll, and have to say there's something very refreshing about a place in Minneapolis that just sells out of a basement window. It's the sort of secret-handshake "in the know" place that doesn't usually exist around here.

09.04.2018 - by Steve
MeyvnUptown Minneapolis
Bagel

Meyvn is the latest attempt to bring a 'Montreal style' deli to Minneapolis, and considering the fact that my bagel was served in a cardboard box with a salad and was somehow wet, and the fact that the interior is designed to look like a reclaimed barnwood retro futurelounge rather than, say, a Montreal deli, it will surely be the next Montreal style deli to close in Minneapolis.

08.22.2018 - by Steve
CampingGrand Marais
Knockoff Nando's chicken

We'd been thinking a lot about Nando's lately, the British peri peri chicken chain, which has become nearly as ubiquitously 'basic' in England as Chipotle is here. We ate it earlier this year during our trip out there, and it was legitimately delicious. Which wasn't totally a surprise, because even though it's almost become a punchline over there, it's still (like Chipotle) beloved by nearly everybody. So when it came time to find some good recipes for camping up on the North Shore, I got the idea to find a recipe for a Nando's grilled chicken facsimile. The one I found wasn't the traditional flavor (peri peri peppers being a little hard to come by in the upper midwest), but was Nando's bbq flavor. Basically a marinade with bbq sauce (cheating, I know), worscestershire, a bunch of garlic, hot sauce, etc. So the morning we left, I tossed some chicken in the marinade, let it linger in the cooler all day, then at night I tossed it right on the campfire grill. It was a little nerve-wracking for a while, since a wood campfire isn't terribly consistent. But after giving it a good blackening on the outside, I wrapped it in foil for another 10 minutes and prayed that it was cooking through. Upon opening up the foil, I was greeted with the most perfect looking chicken I've ever made. And then I tore off a piece, and my god it tasted as good as it looked. I can't say whether it actually tasted like Nando's or not, but it was some of the best anything I've ever grilled, camping or not. Ledge.