Minnesota Loves Harlem
Tuesday nights are the best night for action. I've been frequenting the bars and back alleys of this town legally for 3 years now and have developed my thesis.
Monday brings out all the great fiends, the ones who really believe and want to take back a day society has tried so hard to tarnish for us. Wednesdays are the midweek mark and as a member of a larger organism it seems almost a requirement by that point to go out and check in with your fellow goodtime seekers. Thursdays are the rise to the inevitable release that is a well spent weekend.
Tuesdays, they are the forgotten child, by most reasonable people, that is why they are the best. It is when the truly wild ones are out, to be out on a tuesday is a statement that you will go out every night (and probably do). There are no ties that could bind you from living your life truthfully, tuesday-nighters live in constant search of adventure. They don't let jobs and better judgement get in their way.
This past Tuesday Harlem tore up the 7th street entry stage along with Voytex and Teenage Moods. The fellows from Austin played a sweat filled set, that along with assistance the $2.75 PBR's, had onlookers in a frenzy. Their nostalgic, bopping, garage rock sound put to rest anyone's reservations about the night, it being a Tuesday, which has a stigma as a night of calm. By the time they broke into "Friendly Ghost" a full on dance riot had erupted in front of the stage.
With all hope of calm out the door the boys pounded through the rest of their set playing tunes from their Matador release, "Hippies" and crowd favorites from their unsigned says of yore. Only a month into the release of their sophomore effort and the fellas were already breaking hearts, mostly when the night came to it's close and those of us with our eyes still closed, intent on maddness and dancing had to adjust to the dim club lights and accept that the next day we'd be working with sore feet and necks , but our hearts content knowing we'd been a part of Harlem's Minnesotan adventure.
Monday brings out all the great fiends, the ones who really believe and want to take back a day society has tried so hard to tarnish for us. Wednesdays are the midweek mark and as a member of a larger organism it seems almost a requirement by that point to go out and check in with your fellow goodtime seekers. Thursdays are the rise to the inevitable release that is a well spent weekend.
Tuesdays, they are the forgotten child, by most reasonable people, that is why they are the best. It is when the truly wild ones are out, to be out on a tuesday is a statement that you will go out every night (and probably do). There are no ties that could bind you from living your life truthfully, tuesday-nighters live in constant search of adventure. They don't let jobs and better judgement get in their way.
This past Tuesday Harlem tore up the 7th street entry stage along with Voytex and Teenage Moods. The fellows from Austin played a sweat filled set, that along with assistance the $2.75 PBR's, had onlookers in a frenzy. Their nostalgic, bopping, garage rock sound put to rest anyone's reservations about the night, it being a Tuesday, which has a stigma as a night of calm. By the time they broke into "Friendly Ghost" a full on dance riot had erupted in front of the stage.
With all hope of calm out the door the boys pounded through the rest of their set playing tunes from their Matador release, "Hippies" and crowd favorites from their unsigned says of yore. Only a month into the release of their sophomore effort and the fellas were already breaking hearts, mostly when the night came to it's close and those of us with our eyes still closed, intent on maddness and dancing had to adjust to the dim club lights and accept that the next day we'd be working with sore feet and necks , but our hearts content knowing we'd been a part of Harlem's Minnesotan adventure.
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