(Security crotch violation captured on digital by Jon Behm – plenty more to see at Reviler)
Jon and Josh over at Reviler.org have already compiled all their Pitchfork Music Festival write-ups because they’re prompt like that.
I would post link after glorious link, but seriously – I just got back to work after being out for four days so yeah.
Just click HERE – the whole front page is full of sweltering, weekend glory. Good job dudes!
Jesus, the 90′s… that’s all I have to say.
Gold Soundz – Pavement
I will be enjoying my first time seeing Pavement ever in like 64 hours. I’m in a car en route to Chicago right now. Pray for a Starbucks along the way – as we are leaving so early that my coffee stop is not even open.
xoxo – more upon my return.
Also – look right… how do you feel about backing these donuts – donate for the donuts? 
I am 125% pleased.
You know, Son of a Gun isn’t their only song… but its certainly a) my favorite song of theirs and b) one of my favorite songs of all time… OF ALL TIME!
Not purposely having a Soul Train theme, I guess my brain is here right now…
Curtis Mayfield – Pusherman
Just try and sit still when this song is playing.
Favorite of song-it-tude: Stand by Sly and the Family Stone
Sleigh Bells – Rill Rill
I just can’t dislike these guys when they pick one of my favorite Funkadelic songs to thieve from.
Girls – Lust for Life: Slightly NSFW.
I just love how bratty this song sounds. Can’t wait to see these guys.
So – did you hear about this deal where Germany had a psychic octopus that was predicting the outcome of world cup games? And then Spain won and now its getting death threats?
Well that’s neither here nor there. I needed to make a decision about what to do tonight, so I let it help me choose what to attend this evening.
The Metro Mag article that Heavy Table shared on The Churn a couple days back had my prompt attention at “really cool donuts” –
I flew through that write up like nobody’s business. I love cupcakes like everybody else, but honestly one of my main true food love is fried dough, typically glazed fried dough. But hey – to each his own, they say.
Check it out – local ladies Dawn Lee and Laura Kennedy have started up something called The Donut Cooperative – out of their love of supporting locally sourced food while using organic ingredients. They’re trying to fund their Donut Cooperative by using this site called Kickstarter. People set up account and if they reach their $ goal in donations within a certain period of time, said endeavor is funded!
So, In like the span of five minutes of hearing of these ladies’ dream I had pledged to donate $50 to the cause, and I don’t donate very often to anything. So, not only do I feel good about it because I love donuts and I love cool lets-get-together stuff like this.
This.Is.Incredible.
Can we rally and donate the rest of the bills they need? Click on this dang link:
Lets lay down some math: as of Thursday late afternoon…
If 280 bucks can get donated every day for the rest of the run… they can make a DONUT CO-OP happen.
And that would be pretty freakin sweet. Literally.
Mojo and I ventured over to the suburban black hole in St. Louis Park that are the Shops at West End to check out Sauce, the new prefab pizza shop, not the music venue and overpriced small plates disguised as entrees (albeit quite edible) joint on Lake and Lyndale.
Before I tangent off as usual, allow me to put this in the simplest way possible and cut to the chase.
I
Love
Pizza
Honestly, I won’t be rushing back to Sauce, but the Rosemary Potato Pizza with its Spinach and Feta and Kalamata tapenade dreaminess was damn tasty even if it was swimming in grease and too much truffle oil. Mojo didn’t like it, but he has a general distaste for truffle in general. We also got the Mozzarella & Fontina Cheese & Basil pizza, which was pretty bland but saved by never-failing Fontina.
One of my favorite deep-fried foodages is cream cheese wontons. Have you ever noticed that when wontons cool down a bit too much and their once-crispy outer shell goes all chewy? Call me crazy but at a certain point midway through the slices, where the grease had not fully soaked through the crust it had that same texture.
I don’t think that’s a good thing. But – and this is where my rookie food critic skills fail me – I ate it and it was tasty.
This, however – is unacceptable.
(all my crust remains – photo courtesy of Moj’s iPhone)
I really hate burnt food. But I especially hate burnt pizza crusts. Both of the pizzas we got were offenders but the rosemary was definitely the worst. Admittedly I am not a crust person, but burned crusts with the texture of a pita chip, I was left with this sad pile of crusts – almost as if I had eaten a bunch of chicken wings and discarded the bones.
PIZZA CRUSTS ARE NOT BONES.