Voices

Our story so far: In 1988, a freshly-scrubbed idealist leaves the cornfields of rural Minnesota and travels to the Cities in search of his beloved punk rock. Answering an ad, he finds himself working at “Prince’s Club”, minus the Prince… MORE »

Growing up in rural western Minnesota in the 1970’s, I enjoyed all the cultural benefits you would expect when living only minutes from Fargo, ND. I’m no music snob – I loved the classic rock that formed the soundtrack to my childhood but like Ian Dury said, “You’ll see glimpses.” It was Bowie, Alice Cooper and Cheap Trick that stood out. My older brother played them too loud in a ’74 AMX that he drove too fast and when you slammed the door, it sounded like…America. MORE »

The heavy police presence promised at the RNC in St. Paul this week was like honey to a bee for a few angry troublemakers and thrill seekers. (I won’t call them anarchists, because not all anarchists are vandals and troublemakers.) MORE »

I’m chickenshit and it tears me up. I feel the need to show solidarity and to take action through marching in some of the protest rallies this week. But fear keeps me from it. Zealous police actions steer me from it. Paranoia could destroy ya’ – so I avoid it. MORE »