I started out my blog on my personal website today talking about a song but it's not a Peter, Paul and Mary song like you might expect. It's a little more contemporary, if you can call The Jayhawks contemporary, and I'm not sure that you can. One of the guys in the Jayhawks was also in Golden Smog, and I caught their performance one steamy summer afternoon in the mid 1990s at the Grand Old Day Saint Paul extravaganza.
My girlfriend and I staked out a spot at the front of the stage, while we sat in the hot sun and drank beer, waiting for the show to begin. Of course, like with any rock-and-roll concert in the universe, once the performers hit the stage, everybody from everywhere raced to the front of the stage and squeezed us like sardines. During a break, and just to be funny, I turned around to the crowd and explained in my loudest voice about "personal space," how we are all entitled to personal space, and I insisted that everybody had to stand at least 3 feet away from everybody else. I find these situations hugely amusing because people don't expect it.
I even showed them what 3-feet apart meant as I held out my arms parallel to the ground and touched my fingers together. See, three feet? I spun around in a circle for effect. I hollered: all of you, MOVE.
And you know what? They listened. They moved apart. But that's Minnesota for ya. I'm sure they thought I was crazy. Ain't gonna mess with no crazy woman. Would never work in California.
Read more in my personal blog today about Where Have All the Sacramento Short Sales Gone?
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