It's amazing how when you try to google stuff from before the internet became popular and you can't find anything.

Anyway, Kat was the lead singer, right? So she's not the one who had dreads: [link]

And "Cartoon" had the video with the cartoon. Funny, huh? And I could only find that on a Russian site where it wouldn't play due to poor bandwidth.

eta: Lori Barbero was the dreaded one. She did a famous ad for Rolling Rock, which my google-fu is inadequate to find.

Also, white-person dreads is a Minneapolis thing you just wouldn't understand.

Sadly, not just a Minneapolis thing. More of a widespread hippie/rasta thing, to my knowledge. Which reminds me of the black English teacher in 10 Things I Hate About You going on a rant and the white rastas chiming in "That's right, mon!" only to get a glare and "Don't get me *started* on you two."

Ah, I love that movie.

/natter

Soul Asylum, up through Hang Time, were Fucking Great! I still have fond memories (and my ears are still ringing) from seeing them open for Husker Du at the Paradise. This was around 1985. There were two shows and I went to both of them. Another show at the Rat, shortly after their (Massachusetts-born) manager committed suicide was cathartic (for band *and* audience).

Of the pre-Hang Time (aka Twin Tone) albums, Made to be Broken is probably the best. It's chock full o' 80's MN punk goodness! "Ain't that Tough" is an especially amazing tune.

I thought Jon B. would come to Soul Asylum's defense....

I saw them a few times in Madison in the late '80s, and once in Milwaukee at Marquette university. That was fun - lots of conservatively dressed students hanging pretty far back from the stage. Which was probably a good idea, as they were loud. I lost all hearing in one ear and partial hearing in the other until the next morning. Fun, though.

I kind of quasi-advertently tortured a former roommate with Grave Dancer's Union. She hated Soul Asylum, and I knew it. I was in my early 20s and she'd decided to stop speaking to me for six months. One day it's "Let's rent a movie," and the next it's a note saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore." No reason, no warning, no, "You're annoying me by doing X, so stop." No time out for when I had mono and really needed a hand. And no, I hadn't been playing any Soul Asylum.

So one night, about 4 months in, I got thoroughly drunk on a box of white zinfandel, put in my tape of GDU, and cranked it as loud as my crappy sound system would go, figuring if she didn't like it she could damn well tell me to turn it off.

About five and a half times through the album I passed out. She never did ask me to turn it off. At least not while I was conscious.

Two months later I found a new roommate and moved out. As far as I know she's still not speaking to me, but it matters a lot less, 16 years on. And my new roommate later introduced me to Amy Winehouse's music, so I'm calling it an all-around win.

I am Hec in re: Soul Asylum and white people dreads. I don't hate on Courtney, though I also love Kat and BiT.

Completely random post: The best ever song about a dying rabbit is "Rabbits Dying" by Throwing Muses.

The best ever song about a dying rabbit is "Rabbits Dying" by Throwing Muses.

Was it killed by a grey heron?

Well, the song doesn't say. But to extrapolate from the one instance I'm familiar with of a grey heron killing and eating a rabbit, I'd say "no," as the heron drowned the rabbit first before eating it. The titular dying rabbit in the Throwing Muses song is not drowning.

edit to make sense about the heron killing the rabbit....