
I must have been 16, maybe 17 when my dad brought me to the bar that night. It was my first summer with cable television at my disposal. I'd discovered the scifi channel and was in love with
MST3K. Like many late nights before, I was vegging out to my new weakness when my dad walked in the door, lit up with energy. He told me about some band from Iowa that was playing at our local northern MN bar by some fluke. They'd been playing in the cities and someone had convi...
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