Oct 25 2010
Far from the madding crowd
Pre-Ramble: What was I thinking?! … Barack’s poll numbers are down, so I can just stroll in at the last minute to hear his speech at the little DFL pep rally on the University of Minnesota campus?? Despite the forecast for rain, it turned out to be a lovely day; lots of energy buzzing around on a too-warm-to-be-crisp football Saturday.
Walking blithely along, I’m all, “Going to see the President … la-de-da-de-da … “
And then …. Wrought-iron barricades lining the main drag … yellow tape drawn around entire buildings … faux slackers smoking outside the Starbucks with wires coming out of their collars …
And then … The Line.
O-M-G … Block after block after turn-the-corner block … 12,000 people strung out in a single file line … It’s is a pretty impressive thing. And daunting.
Well, so, if it hadn’t have been such a clear-cut case of, “No way are you getting in there … and even if you do, you are going to be too WAY WAY far away from any meaningful sightline to the President,” I might have hung in there for what was sure to be another 3 or 4 hours. Plus, I would have had to give up my cheetah-print umbrella, which, along with knives, guns and bottled water, is considered a weapon by campus security. The deciding factor was actually that I had to be back up in suburbia by 5:00 to get ready for a night out with friends to see some Canadian guitar player guy. Whatever.
Cut to me slicing through a seared scallop as the main act strolls out onto the stage. The venue is a quasi-intimate jazz/dinner club in downtown Minneapolis. You’ve seen it — low black platform stage jutting out like a peninsula into clusters of candlelit tables and uncomfortable chairs. Performers can play their music up-close-and-personal – you can see their fingernails.
Where’s the beef? So, Mr. low-key guitar guy, in jeans and shirt-tails, ambles over to the mike and makes a few crowd-pleaser Canada jokes while tuning up what looks like a curly metal snarl at the end of his instrument. I’m thinking, “Who is this guy? If he’s not wearing a meat suit or headed off to jail, how good a musician can he really be?” … And then he unleashes this:
Who’da thunk it? Far beyond humming and strumming, this guy OWNED that guitar — and the audience. His aerobic combination of picking, slapping, tapping and what may have been Irish step dance moves … truly a wonder to behold.
The Take-Away: While this video of Don Ross’ (guitar guy’s actual name) artistry is amazing (1,673,166 hits on YouTube as of 4:15 p.m. CST), it will never be the same as the up-close, in-the-room experience. Get out there and see a live performance of something to shake up your world a little bit!
Post-Note: And if you’re walking around on campus and you see a trash can with 12, 000 umbrellas in it, you’ll know what happened.





