No Wood Chippers In Sight

I just paid my first visit to Moorhead, Minnesota and Fargo, North Dakota this week, playing what amounted to four shows in twenty-four hours at Minnesota State U and the Red Raven Espresso Parlor.

I sampled the local cuisine some, and although I didn’t get to have a psychedelic bison burger, I can vouch for the Thai Orchid’s coconut ice cream with deep-fried bananas.

Side note: anyone grow up near trains? Trains really sound like they are going somewhere. The rumble gets into your subconscious. The trains in Moorhead and Fargo go by every half-hour, it seems like, but they’re neutered so they don’t whistle.

Thanks to everybody at MSUM and the Red Raven for being hospitable (and in some cases, emo). In the words of Miley Cyrus, I just can’t wait to see you again.

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