I could pretend to wax thoughtful on Experimental Tuesday, but truth be told I went to Twins Bar for Experimental Tuesday, skulked around the edges for awhile, then bolted — as to be fresh faced for Part II of an 8 a.m. root canal. Holla, Northern Endodontic Associates!
Caught about two songs by Words to a Film Score, solid. Then stayed for the entire Atlas Mts. set. Also nice. I ditched out before Canine Heart Sounds blew up Twitter with a quote-worth intro that, for delicate ears, loosely translates to: "Alright, people in the audience. Let us break some stuff."
A friend brought up a good point: What does it take to be considered "Experimental" ?? Anyone, anyone, anyone?
Here is some other Homegrown Jibber Jabber:
* Lineup changes, as seen on PDD.
* Last year I wrote a feature about Jason Cork, a Homegrown Hero who has gone to unusual lengths to get to the festival every year. This year he’s just driving super far in the middle of the night, which is relatively tame. But, in something akin to 24-hours of back-to-back episodes of "A Christmas Story," I’m reposting it here. Maybe I’ll repost it here every year: From April 29, 2009:
Jason Cork ’s wristband from the 2008 Homegrown Music Festival fell off about three weeks ago when he reached into a file cabinet. Never fear; he was able to patch together the paper bracelet with a little tape.
“The question I got the most …” Cork said of people’s response to his arm band: “ ‘Did you just get out of the hospital?’ or ‘Did you just get out of the loony bin?’ ”
Cork, 32, isn’t the official Homegrown mascot. That would be a white cartoon chicken. But he might be the festival’s most extreme fan. Cork arrived in Duluth on Monday in time for the Duluth Photographer’s Guild exhibit at Harbor City International School.
That makes him 11-for-11 in Homegrown Music Festival appearances.
The Homegrown Music Festival kicked off Sunday night at Pizza Luce with New Band Night. The festival continues through brunch Sunday. The intensity ramps up over the weekend, with live music at more than a dozen venues and free trolley rides shuttling music fans between sites.
Cork hasn’t been a Duluth resident for six years, which means he has had to take some extreme measures to get to town for the annual music festival. His trips have taken on an urban legend proportion:
* No, Cork never spent $2,000 on a plane ticket to get here.
* Yes, he did drop out of college to attend in 2002. It was the end of the semester at Whitman College in Walla Walla, Wash. Cork had plans to live in Duluth for the summer, and he thought it would be easier to take his finals early and just make one trip back. This did not work out. “At the time I decided it wasn’t worth it,” Cork said of traveling to Duluth, back to Washington, then back to Duluth. “In retrospect, it might not have been the best way to go about things.” He eventually graduated from Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colo.
“I have a lot of friends in Duluth,” Cork said. “I moved there just before I turned 21 and I was lucky to make a lot of friends there through skiing. For me, [Homegrown] is Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday. It’s sweet. I get to go and hang out with my people.”
Paul Lundgren of the Homegrown Steering Committee can’t think of another Homegrown fan with this level of commitment.
“I don’t think anyone has traveled as frequently as he has,” Lundgren said. “There are people who drive up from the Twin Cities. There aren’t many people who fly into town every year for Homegrown. And drop out of college, for example.”
But, as Cork wrote in an essay in the 2006 Homegrown Field Guide: “Under no circumstances will I miss Homegrown weekend.”
This year he has it easy. Cork is in his first year as an assistant track, cross country and ski coach at Michigan Tech in Houghton, Mich. Getting to Duluth simply meant renting a car. He is, however, missing the team’s outdoor conference track and field meet.
The car rental is good news for Deacceleratii co-front man Cory Ahlm, Cork’s friend and the former lead singer for the band Bone Appetit — a band Cork covered when he was working for the now-defunct Ripsaw.
“Actually, for about four or five years straight, I was the one who had to pick him up at the [gosh darn] airport,” Ahlm said. “He can thank me for that.”
And with that treat, happy Lakewalk Wednesday!