Give Us A Chune

A virtual jam session

Friday, August 18, 2006

Here's a Song for you...

"I been down so very damn long.."

Yes, the road destruction nearby kicked me off the pipeline for the past 14 hours. It's like going through withdrawal not being able to log on .

Sadly, I'll have to post more later as I need to get my act together and out the door in the next couple hours. The band is playing a Threshing Show in Nowthen, Minnesota. What a great name!

We've driven through a bunch of wheel-rut towns with wonderfully poetic names these past few summers. One with a great name that we played last week was Shawano. That's not pronounced Sha-wa-no. It's pronounced Shaw-no. They lost their "a."

I know who has it, too: the Canadians. When we were up there last month, we kept hearing that "a" crop up as in "How's it going, eh?", or "Great weather today, eh?". Ok, it's early.

Other towns with great names I've traveled through this year: Munising, Michigan; Forget (that's For-jhay), Saskatchewan; and Velva, North Dakota (insert your own joke here).

As goofy and as small as some of these places are, I love it. There's a sense of going back in time for me, a casting off of daily assumptions (try and find a cell signal in Velva, ND), and a certain amount of inherent humility not inspired by a metropolis. Watching the anvil clouds roll over a town of 85 souls is guaranteed to return perspective to one's outlook.

Just got time to shave, pack the car and roll. It may be Sunday before I post again as I'll be up with the birds Saturday morning. We've got a gig in

(wait for it)

Butterfield, Minnesota.

I love it.


At 5:04 PM, Blogger Deb said...

Ah yes...the road destruction. You'd think they could time it so all the major routes through Sandstone are not down to one lane at the same time! It follows no logical sequence; I have to guess which route to take to work every day and I usually end up waiting ten minutes somewhere.

At 7:47 PM, Blogger Deb said...

And, not to totally monopolize the comment section here, but you gotta love a name like Askov. The town was named Partridge, after the locally abundant ruffed grouse, until the Danes took it over about a hundred years ago. They still have unruly Danish names for all the streets; I once heard on the radio a 911 dispatcher trying to pronounce "Jernbanegade". I hope they made it in time.

At 11:28 AM, Blogger Fred said...

Hear, hear re the road destruction. Doesn't seem logical to block both entry points at once, but then...a lot of things don't make sense up here.

Yeah, Askov is an interesting place. It's so Danish that in the aftermath of the Hinckley fire, the Danish relief organization of the era stepped in to help out. They didn't need any state or federal housing relief. Yes, what a bunch of great, I don't think I'll go there.


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