THEE VANILLA SHOELACE will have their big reunion, then the ANALOG COLLECTION will rock out, and then TOLLUND MOSES will do their thang. Club Underground is in the basement of the Spring Street Tavern at 355 MONROE ST. NE in MINNEAPOLIS.
This is the first Shoelace gig in years, Tollund Moses' first gig ever, and just another day in the life of the 'Logs. There will be unicorns visible to those in the know, although the presence of unicorns is likely to be felt be anyone within a 72-mile radius of the club. Things will shimmer, sparkle, and glitter, and somebody may throw up. It will be louder than you expected it would. Beverages will be available in the form of liquor-type, beer-type, soda-pop-type, and water-type. They make decent hamburgers, and will cook you a frozen pizza for a nominal fee. The kick drum will be 26 inches in diameter. Most of the guitars will have 6 strings until one breaks. The bass guitars will be standard 4-string-type. Singers will do their best. The upstairs part of the venue offers terrible singing via karaoke at no extra charge. It doesn't smell bad in there, although sometimes it smells like old beer and new pot. One time, the floor was kinda sticky, over near the bar, but you can walk around those areas. This whole thing will end really late at night/early Saturday morning, and some people are likely to be kinda tipsy. If you drink, don't drive, if you drive, don't drink. If they charge you to get in, just tell them you're on the guest list, and then while the door person is looking for your name on the little notepad, run past them really fast and sit down on one of the couches, all relaxed-like, and when they give you crap, just say "Dude, I been sitting here all night, get outta my face before I have to call Reggie. " While they're trying to figure out who Reggie
Mike Wisti, yer old friend John Boyce from Howard St. Tavern in Omaha. Thanks for all the great shows, sorry about all the wood floors and bad beer. Cheer!
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