ladylamentingonalawnchair
05-19-2005, 09:26 AM
So last night me and my sweetie went to see Lovers and Soltero at a house show in Andover, MN, aka the dead heart of suburbia. We got super lost and ended up in a split level in a little subdivision. We were late and Soltero (Tim) was in the middle of his set, in a suburban living room. There were some beefy guys who apparently lived there, and three kids under ten (one of whom wanted to hear his dad play, and whined the whole time) who also lived there, and a few other people, all sitting on a couch drinking beer, and a dog named Rocky who was shaved in a weird way and was wearing a bandana, and then maybe eight or ten women sitting on the floor who had obviously come up from the city to see Carolyn. I initially assumed the house belonged to someone's relatives, but changed my mind when I realized Tim didn't know the kids' names--the house apparently belonged to one of his labelmates, and the feeling in the room was really weird. I felt nervous holding my sweetie's hand. So Tim ended his set, which was good, though he kept announcing songs like, 'this is another boring insipid love song,' and Carolyn decided not to play, disappointing but probably a good choice given the size and bizarre feel to that Andover living room. Everyone drove back to Minneapolis, and me and my sweetie ate cake and decided we should start booking shows so such things would never have to happen again.