Secrets Blog

Voices Carry, Ears Bleed

Whose singing voice bugs the crap out of you? CHEEK riffs on Keith Harris’ bad singer article, daring to include David Bowie and Jeff Buckley. Ballsy! I’m a fan of The Arcade Fire’s warbly Win Butler, yet I could never stomach Bright Eyes’ Conor Oberst. But don’t listen to me, I actually like Yoko Ono‘s early stuff.

Vagina Brinkmanship

The young women who have been stirring up female empowerment in Winona and their vagina-booster-button-averse school administration have achieved detente. We have to raise an eyebrow at the compromise: the kids will be able to wear their “I (Heart) My Vagina” T-shirts and buttons on school property… but only during a rally around the flagpole. Ohhhh-kaaayyy. Feel free to share your own tales of students’ rights rebellion in the comments. Update: After the rally, two of the students were sent home after trying to attend classes while wearing the t-shirts in question. School officials rumored to be considering all-out ban on disruptive vaginas.

Lift ‘er, Pull ‘er, Hold ‘er Steady

“Minneapolis just seemed like the easier place to be creative.” That’s Craig Finn in a recent interview in which he talks about the Metrodome, public transportation, and The Hold Steady‘s new album, Separation Sunday, which was released today. In a show that will undoubtably sell out faster that you can hit refresh on, the band plays at The Entry on June 6.

Locally Grown Bananas?

Contrary to what the weather looks like, we’re only two weeks away from the end of frost season. This means that if you’re going to get in touch with Minnesota’s agrarian roots, you’re probably too late to find a plot to plant in. Of course, nobody needs to know that you aren’t supplying the bounty in your fridge. All you need to do is work up the nerve to get out of bed before noon on the weekend and hit the Minneapolis or St. Paul farmer’s markets.

Cold Weather = Soul Coughing

You’ve heard that stat about Soul Coughing and the Twin Cities, right? Supposedly one-fifth of all albums that Soul Coughing sold were to your neighbors. Regardless of whether this is urban legend or Soundscan truth (let’s pretend the internet doesn’t exist to look up such “facts”), this pithy stat makes you ponder one thing: why? What could it possibly be about Soul Coughing that makes Minnesotans go coo-coo for Knitting Factory white-boy hip-hop puffs. You can debate that in the comments — meanwhile, complete non-native Mike Doughty has a new album out today.