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Monday, August 23, 2010
Rock Camp for Dads
Do you have plans this Sunday? I do. Here they are:
Yes, I've blown the dust off my bass guitar. Or, more accurately, I've rocked it off. Five formerly aspiring and currently aging rock musicians, including myself, have gotten together as part of a program called Rock Camp for Dads. Every Tuesday night in August, we've been meeting for jam sessions, putting together a short set of songs.
How short? So short you could come check us out and barely make a dent in your Sunday afternoon.
So mark your calendars, book your plane flights, petition your parole board, whatever you need to do to get to Famous Dave's in Uptown Minneapolis (specifically, Calhoun Square at Lake Street and Hennepin Avenue. We'll see you there!
Assuming we remember our bifocals, that is.
posted by M. Giant
8:54 PM
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