It's been a great weekend. I had friday off work, which turned out to be a great day to take off. I would have been driving the 4 on Lyndale and through downtown on Hennepin, and, from what I saw when we went down to the Wedge to get Eliot some wipes while we wait for our ridiculously large order from Amazon to arrive, traffic on both streets was atrocious. I'm not talking Seattle traffic, no, Minneapolis beats that on a sunday morning. I'm not even talking 20 minutes for 4 blocks typical of every morning rush hour on Lyndale. It was nuts. And I'm glad I wasn't working. I don't understand everybody's mindset during the first week of nice weather in the spring. Lake Calhoun looked like the State Fair on a Tuesday. And by early May, just about everybody's tired of going outside.

Anyway, last night, the wife and I got her sister to babysit the kid and we went down to the Rock Rock Rock to see Dosh, Fog, and Subtle. I was a little disappointed with Dosh. His newer stuff is good, but it's not quite as interesting as I thought his earlier solo stuff was. Not that's it's just a rehash, either -- it's not. It's just more "Moby" than I would like. Jel wasn't very good. Fog's bassist made hilarious joke about a Dosh and Jel collaboration that could be called Del… the Funky Homo… Dosh.

Fog came out as a three-piece guitar/bass/drums combo. They rocked and it was incredible. They played some new tunes from their new ep, Loss Leader -- which, by the way has 10th Ave. Freakout featuring Markus Acher of Notwist on Vocals, and two brand new songs that will rock your socks off -- and had some reworked-for-rock-band 10th Avenue Freakout songs, and one from Hummer if I remember correctly. It made me wonder at exactly what point I stop filing Broder's genius under 'hip hop' -- I also wondered the same thing where Why? is taking us. I mean, I know all about the whole thing about not fitting bands into neat genre-sized packages, but the thing is, iTunes still wants to know what genre it is, and I try to keep it general, but there's a line in my library between rock and hip hop. In any case, the Fog set was amazing.

Then the Subtle bomb dropped. Life and the universe, not to mention everything, were absolutely pwned. I've never seen anything so divisive. Half of the crowd in the front left during the first 5 minutes. Suddenly everybody had to get up early. Unfortunately I, too, had to leave after four songs, on account of our babysitter expecting us home by one [Eliot's a party baby - she normally stays up until midnight or one since I get off work at midnight]. Adam Drucker aka Dose One has a phenomenal stage presence, but what really impressed me about him was how great he sounded. I had always assumed he had some computer help on the records to help him with that rapid/nasal/chopped up sound, but that's the way he does it. I wish I could have stayed for the whole thing.

This morning we had a showing on our house, so the kid and I rolled down to Anodyne [OMG I just looked at that website for the first time IT'S BEAUTIFUL. Great job @ Furnace on the design] and -- I realize this post is starting to sound like hyperbole, trust me, it's not -- I ate the greatest breakfast burrito complemented perfectly by the Twin Cities Blend Peace Coffee [Peace Coffee absolutely murders Stumptown, while I'm at it. Other recent coffee deaths inflicted by Peace coffee include Intellegentsia of Chicago, and everything I had in Seattle.] But hear me out, I'm a huge fan of eggs+beans+salsa wrapped up in various combinations. Earwax (Chicago) previously held the title for Greatest Breakfast Burrito, and the Uptown Diner held the local version, but Anodyne has taken over. Insane.

But wait, there's more! The Twins are on a roll. Remember five days ago when people were freaking out about the Twins' 1-5 start? A slow start to a season on the road has never been reason for worry. We just swept the A's. Our supposedly terrible offense wiped oakland pitching all over the FieldTurf. Scott Baker put the supposedly incredible [offensively] Yankees in his back pocket and sat on a very… hard… something. Now we're suddenly one game behind the two hottest offenses in the American League, and tied with the defending World Series champs [soon to be once-World Series champs]. I'll admit I don't like the additions. But they'll help more than it looks like they will. Castillo batting second is better than whoever the heck we had there last year. Batista makes the seventh spot in the order upgrade from a hack to 25 homer potential. And at some point Gardy's going to realize that Morneau should be batting fourth or fifth and Rondell should be putting up his 25 homers in the six hole. Morneau is going to be sweet this year. It would be nice if he would have somebody on base when he's up. Liriano is smoking jerks. Baker's pitching like Greg Maddux. Lohse is in the way.