"Sinner transgressed by doing evil." Category Archive
August 26, 2007
Minnesota State Fair
My fair fare last night included the following:
- Fresh French Fries
- Turkey Tenderloin wrapped in bacon (on a stick)
- Pronto Pup
- Tom Thumb donuts (I love to watch the tiny little donut machine in action!)
- Green Mill Dixie Wings (on a stick)
- Batter Fried Cheese Curds
- Lemonade
- Coke
- Summit Extra Pale Ale (local)
- Leinenkugel's Sunset Wheat (regional)
If I had it to do over?
I would.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:36 AM :: 6 Submissives [+]
August 8, 2007
Going to Miss the Reverend
Reverend Horton Heat are playing the 7th Street Entry at First Avenue on Saturday night.
I just found out. And I'm going to have to miss them.
Damn it.
I will, however, hoist a cold one in their honor.
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January 1, 2006
Pontani Sisters *Rock!*
Everybody loves The World Famous Pontani Sisters, right?
I saw them dance a few numbers when Los Straightjackets came to First Ave this past Friday. I think Helen Pontani was the best dancer.
I loved the show and I wish you coulda been there with me! ;)
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December 7, 2005
Supersuckers and Reverend Horton Heat
Monday night found me at First Avenue with a few excellent friends to see Reverend Horton Heat. The tickets for the show listed Supersuckers as the first act, with an opening act TBA.
Fortunately there was no opening act. Unfortunately, Supersuckers started their set 35 minutes late.
But this was cool, in the end. First Avenue has a big screen that hangs in front of the stage, two plasma monitors on either side of the stage, and I think one or two more traditional TV-like monitors in addition. These were playing Bullitt, and Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! Which completely rocked. I'll admit I had never seen a Russ Meyer film before. Having seen this (video only, the dialog was eschewed in favor of First Ave's usual eclectic mix—which created fun juxtapositions of its own) I have gone and ordered the DVD through the bookstore. It's so gratuitous and campy I just can't believe it.
Supersuckers are clearly a good-time bad-boy party band. They played covers and their own stuff. They're something of a fusion between country, 70s rock, and punk. Their sound dovetailed well with Reverend Horton Heats as similar, but so not the same. The bass of the singer was passed to the other three members of the band, who all played the same riff on it. It was even passed to the drummer, who struck the strings with one stick and kept the beat going with his other limbs. The drummer for the night was in fact Horton Heat's drummer—and Supersuckers said they were looking for a permanent drummer should one be willing to relocate to Seattle.
The Reverend's set was completely awesome, as always. They played stand-bys like Galaxie 500 (I *love* Galaxy 500!), Loco Gringos Like to Party, Psycho-Billy Freak Out and all the ones you would expect to hear. All so good. They protested vehemently that they don't have a set list. Reverend even claimed that if you had a printed set list from one of their shows, which they had been advised by management to do at some point, it was wrong. They always deviated. Apparently some jack ass posted on their web site that their set list hadn't changed in 10 years. People are so stupid and misguided. At this point they opened the set up to requests from the audience. Naturally The Jimbo Song came up. This is not to be confused with The Sermon on the Jimbo, which I have never heard live, but which you really need to hear.
Reverend Horton Heat also have a Christmas album, from which they played Greensleeves, Jingle Bells… and a third I can't recall. But they rock and fuck if I'm not going to have to buy that album, too.
Everything was cool except for the idiots playing My First Mosh Pit. I stood at the edge of it, not wanting to give my ground to the mayhem, but the cost was getting knocked off-balance repeatedly and the occasional drink spill. Not mine, but on me nonetheless. I laughed at the idiots who knowingly stepped into the fray with beers. The amazing and fearless bouncer to my right took plenty of hits and just shoved the kids back into the mess, keeping them contained.
All in all it was a blast. And that's why I love Reverend Horton Heat and First Avenue.
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November 7, 2005
Lili's Burlesque Revue
Saturday night I had dinner with my family and was mocked endlessly about the certain air a golden Cadillac might exude.
I have so far been promised a hat and a cane.
I still think a gold Cadillac is more about Elvis than being a pimp in the 'hood…. but that's just my age talking I guess.
But after dinner I changed into black jeans, a scarlet silk shirt and a black suit coat and headed into the warehouse district in Minneapolis.
My partner in crime for the evening had done some preliminary research and we knew just the place to go: Lili's Burlesque Revue
Sadly, I missed the first dancer or two was we did not arrive until 10:30. The stated show time is 10:00.
The club was… ridiculously intimate. It was a red room, basically unadorned, with a high ceiling and a stage in one corner. There were three musicians playing a stand-up double bass, drums, and an electric guitar that looked straight out of 1953. Those boys were superb.
A woman calling herself Nadine Dubois was the mistress of ceremonies for the evening. She was not at all above demanding drink money from audience members. She allowed men and women both to place these "tips" in her stockings.
Ah! Stockings! There were so many on display during the night! Heavenly!
Miss Dubois had a good rapport with the audience, sang a few songs and did burlesque herself. Joy!
There were several performers that night: Vika, Lola Bel Aire, Lady Luck. The stage assistant for the evening Chloe Wilder got into the act as well. All of the women were really beautiful, each in her way. I made several trips to the stage and the tip purse. I'm such a sucker for legs.
The stand-out performer of the evening, though, was Coco Dupree. She was easily the most commanding stage presence and the most artful of the performers. She was arguably the star of the show.
I really enjoyed myself at the show, and if you're in Minneapolis on the weekend I must highly recommend it!
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:29 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
June 24, 2005
Hot Summer Night
Stormcloud in the air
I went shopping for music today. Hit the Electric Fetus in Minneapolis and Cheapo in Uptown.
Flipping through the vinyl bins, I saw my life flash before my eyes.
Do you remember Honeymoon Suite
Do you remember Guiffria
Do you remember Dream Academy
Do you remember David + David
I do.
Vividly.
I'm not saying any of this was the best music ever, but I sure liked it a lot when I was… younger.
I almost bought an old 12" of Frankie's Relax
I did buy some import vinyl… Inside the record jacket I found the poster below:
I also bought a Moev record from 1988. I'm working on making iPod/iTunes playlist versions of old mix tapes I made once upon a time. Jesus, fuck, but it's hard to find some of that stuff in any format at all anymore. I hate to digitize from cassette… but if I have to resort to that, I suppose I will.
I need a turntable, anyway. Should I buy a new, cheap, and über-simple turntable? Or should I get a used Stanton or Technics DJ deck to record from? I have caviar taste but only a low- to mid-fi budget. And then? I would love to digitize recording for people!
[+] Posted by Sinner at 12:53 AM :: 1 Submissive [+]
June 4, 2005
The Party Last Weekend
I had the great honor of being invited to a party last weekend… A sort of BDSM party, for lack of better descriptive terms.
It was held at the residence of the host, in a rather secluded suburban setting. I attended with a good friend. She had been asked about whether or not I would be 'in' to such a thing. Would I be cool? Could I handle it? (My authoring this blog is not advertised). I felt honored to be included, frankly.
Walking up to the house, I could see some of the rooms lit with red light, and I could hear screams. It wasn't necessarily a comfort, walking out of the pitch black.
Inside the main entry was a set of shelves stocked thoughfully with various prophylactics, breath fresheners, and clothes-pins. I loved that many of these had more than one purpose.
In the opposite direction was a large piece of furniture for suspension scenes. While I never saw it used, I did later hear that it was in use—or should I say I heard one of the users of said furniture…
I and my companion were late-comers to the party. Everyone had eaten dinner before we had arrived. The spread was largely food designed to go along with a grilled entree of some type. The only things I ate were strawberries dressed in balsamic vinegar and some ripe olives.
What did I see?
The women wore stunning costumes. Wonderful corsets, stockings, fishnets, short-short skirts, PVC, and… pigtails. Gawd were they sexy! The boys? One guy wore a policeman's uniform. His pistol was a vibrator. He made a lot of jokes about serving the public, successfully getting confessions, cavity searches, and the like. The rest of the boys? Not so much. Too many t-shirts. The young boy wearing only jeans and tattoos was kinda sexy, but he was all over his girlfriend who was attired similarly.
But… hey, guys? Dress like you care a little maybe? I dunno… I mean I was only in black jeans and a black dress shirt. I wore it like I always wear my white whirts with jeans: top two buttons open and sleeves turned up twice. I thought maybe it was a little sexah?
Anyway… the host did take off his shirt at the request of one of the female guests who was also topless. After meeting the host and the, uh, cop, I witnessed my first sort of scene:
There were three women on a sofa. One on her back—I don't know that I ever saw her face. A second was straddling the upper body or face of the first. The third woman was kneeling between the thighs of the first—slapping the inside of the first woman's thighs with open hands. The second woman, who was running things, then reached to masturbate the first woman until she came—in front of about 20 or so very interested onlookers. And then the group was asked if anyone else wanted to play with the woman who had just come. That offer was accepted by a male who pulled her onto him and began to paddle her bottom.
Elsewhere in the house I met a beautiful subbie clad in a small PVC top and PVC skirt. She said her master had dressed her. RAWR! She had an excellent sense of humor and was not at all amused with the cops jokes—giving him the hand at one point.
There was play piercing, too. A woman with absolutely amazing breasts (and pierced nipples) laid back with a blissed out look as she was worked by a piercer who added multiple piercings over her chest and breasts. Some sort of string or filament was run between the piercings and pulled taught. Occasionally as the piercings went along, the piercer would pull on the filament, adding extra pressure and no doubt intensifying the sensations immensely. I didn't see any blood—which reminds me that the only house rule was "No blood on the carpet."
The most intense scene I witnessed involved a nude young woman who was restrained with both cuffs and rope, and tied to a bench so that her back and buttocks were exposed. I had hope that the rope work would be more elegant—it seemed to have nice beginnings—but once it was clear the woman was secured, the rope work ended.
She was worked on by both a Dom and a Domme, who took turns with various implements: bare hands, floggers, um, this wire-loop thing, and other stuff… each of which they worked to a screaming crescendo. The Domme seemed to more intuitively understand how to elicit the scream. While I left the house before the woman was released, I do understand that a good time was had by all.
Needless to say… I didn't fall right to sleep after I got back to my hotel room.
Whoa.
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October 11, 2004
Fan-Freakin'-Tastic!
As of today, I became a network administrator and a "book seller," both. Two jobs, baby!
And *boy* do I need them! My previously meager finances were stretched past breaking.
I am currently super-excited, hopeful, and proud.
:: bows humbly, deeply, gratefully ::
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:05 PM :: 5 Submissives [+]
October 8, 2004
Book Signing
I went to Uncle Hugo's tonight to get a copy of Incubus Dreams signed.
Sadly, I forgot my digital camera. :(
I spoke to Laurell briefly and asked her if it was hard to write all day, then turn around and write in her blog. She said that she can do it if she changes the music she's listening to. She said it doesn't matter what it is, but it has to be different than what she listens to when she writes. I believe she is known to have a few specific CDs she listens to while writing each book, although which CDs will change with each title.
She also said that she was surprised that so many people read her blog. She said at one signing it was as though one in three people mentioned the read the blog as well as her books.
She also said she has never written something so close to a diary in all her life.
I thanked her for coming. Minneapolis isn't a huge city, as they go, and Uncle Hugo's/Uncle Egdar's is a private little store—so I think it's cool she's made a point of coming here. That makes twice that I've seen her, both at the same store.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:07 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
May 13, 2004
Compartmentalization
Therapy today. It's hard to please the normals. Do I behave suspiciously? Yes. Dammit.
"Why did you check out that book? Are you 'in to that' now?"
I was curious, OK? I've read books by pagan lesbians and that didn't fundamentally alter my nature, so why would studies in BDSM?
"Is that against your 12-step group rules?"
Fuck! They're not damned Nazis. Yeah, it's titillating and therefore pushing it.
But whatever. I've been designated as dangerous to put one's faith in.
You've been warned.
Meanwhile I've been told I am to meet with my sponsor over coffee. Yeah, I don't have one yet. Haven't started working the steps.
I'm completely not prepared to announce to people that I have released my lust and am letting God work through me. Don't get me wrong—I feel an affinity with most members of the group... I'm just not religious. So. Not. Religious.
A guy in McDonald's today was talking too loud. He said soomething like "If it wasn't for Jesus, I wouldn't be able to love you." All I could think to myself was re-read your scripture, asshole. I think Jesus' message might have been different than that.
I've been baptised and confirmed in the Lutheran church. I know a little about the bible. A little about Luther. Memorized a bunch of stuff for a formal oral exam. And I'm not impressed. A church is no more or less good than any single person in it. They have meetings about meeting financial goals. They have politics and gossip. They worry about how they look compared to others.
I have known a few truly good-hearted and genuine people in the churches I have known, but too few, really.
I don't want to say God. I want to say All-That-Is, or the cosmos, or something. Something that hasn't been co-opted to mean something less than it once did.
If you want to talk about One-ness, or The Void, or The All, I think I can grasp that. Or even a deity from the pagan traditions.
But saying that God is working through me just seems pompous, elitist, and judgemental. Not to mention a little cuckoo.
I need to get more sleep.
This is all crazy-talk.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 5:07 PM :: 4 Submissives [+]
November 24, 2003
Interview
I'm hoping that it goes well. I have an interview scheduled for this afternoon. Sysadmin type stuff... but third shift. :/
Beggars can't be choosers.
I do want to work.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:21 AM :: 2 Submissives [+]
November 22, 2003
Othello
Went to see a production of Othello today.
That is one sad, powerful story. Tastefully realistic and therefore extraordinarily painful to see.
God help us.
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November 18, 2003
Deftones Are Coming
Deftones are going to be here on December 2nd!
I'm not sure I have anyone to go with me... and I'm not sure I want to be a lone 30-something in a sea of boys with baggy pants and long chains from belt loops to wallets. Or is that passé now?
Plus, I'm not so sure most of my good friends are "in to that." I don't think most people would guess how hard I like my music—sometimes.
So, do you want to go?
Seriously.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 1:00 AM :: 4 Submissives [+]
November 16, 2003
Swan Lake
Um... No.
The tickets clearly state "Nutcracker."
Which is good. Because that's what the Moscow Ballet is perfoming in 12 minutes.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:02 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
November 14, 2003
New Camera
New picture posted.
Camera does video.
Hmmm.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:43 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
October 6, 2003
Free Weights
God, free weights are totall the way to go for work-outs—I must highly recommend them over the machines for most strengthening and toning exercises.
Because... they make good changes happen.
I'll let you know when I become an adonis.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 8:37 PM :: 1 Submissive [+]
October 2, 2003
Over-Exertion
I just started exercising everyday again. I sorta took two years off from that. For aerobic exercise I use a treadmill and walk or run.
I prefer running, but it's going to take a while to get my endurance back.
And most exercise advisors will tell you to increase the intensity of your workout gradually, over several weeks.
But I have no patience for this. Me, I want all running all the time. I like the intensity. I can't wait until I can run fast! So I kept pushing myself today. Between power-walking and running I managed to rack up 4.8 miles in an hour. Maybe that's not so far for seasoned runners, but it may be a personal best. I was very happy with that result.
But I pushed myself way too hard. My heart-rate didn't slow much for a long time after the workout. I was too hot and I felt a little cold. For a while I thought I might pass out. Then for about 30 minutes after the workout, I felt more than a little stoned.
I sucked down two bottles of water like nothing.
The drive home from the club was interesting. I really felt impaired. Thankfully there are not many people on the road at 5:30 am.
So my question is, how close did I come to damaging myself?
And also, ADD doctors recommend an hour of intense physical activity daily—I have to do something. It helps my concentration and helps to ward off depression.
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September 18, 2003
Hot Night, Loud Music, Cold Beer. Perfect.
Reverend Horton Heat was exactly how I pictured it. Loud and raucous. The main room at First Ave was so hot you perspired just standing still.
Punk Rock-a-billy and cold beer. God it was good!
Throw Rag opened. Totally reminded me of eighties-style punk. Very easy to listen to despite how shocking they wanted to seem. The washboard player was a little over the top.
BR549 was the second band. They were more of a true country/rock-a-billy band. Very talented. Entertaining, but not my cup of tea.
RHH just blew everyone else away. My ears are going to be ringing for days. I think they played for nearly 2 hours. It rocked completely.
Ooh, plus I ran into a former IT coworker whose name is spelled the same forward and backward. He bought me beer. He turned out to be even cooler than I thought he was before.
Everyone keeps telling me to tell them if I need anything.
It's overwhelming.
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August 2, 2003
Concert Date:
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