Good Old Salty Dog

  Poster credit: @astern.218 It was a cold and snowy night when they loaded up the dogsled to play, for the first time, at the legendary 7th Street Entry in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I had never been to the 7th St Entry before. The venue holds a mythic status among fans of Minnesota rock, and yet, I had never gotten to go to a show there. In an interesting twist of fate, I found myself holed up in a Minneapolis AirBnB following the death of my grandmother. Although I'd been following the Dogs since their regular Loki Tuesday shows at the Ripple Bar in Duluth (many of which were released on Bandcamp), I'd never seen them live. I had a free night, and I was close - why not? It would make me feel better. The place I was staying at was near the bus that took me straight downtown, but it was by no means an easy journey. It was a snowy year in Minneapolis - well, snowier than where I lived. One boot in front of the other, I plowed through the drifts on the sidewalk to the bus stop, ...