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10KLF ‘09: AnoThEr WorLD, AGAin

vol 01/issue 01/09’09

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Pg 3 . . . . . . . . .Battle For the Brau Pg 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dear Jay Pg 4 . . . . . . . . . . . .Local Wonders Pg 6 . . . . . . . . The Music Industry Pg 7 . . . . . . Bootleg(s) of the Week Pg 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10KLF Pg 9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bushnell Pg 10 . . . . . . . . . . . .Guatemala Pg 11 . . . . . . . . . . .Beer Review

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round 150 years ago, a man by the name of Wilmot Wood Brookings lost his legs to the razor sharp prairie winter while traveling to Yankton, S.D. Over a decade later he helped organize this county, and about 15 years after that he became a newspaper man with his purchase of the Sioux Falls Leader. In honor of our historical roots here in eastern South Dakota, and the lack of a medium in which people can publish basically whatever words and images they would like, I present to you: The Peg Leg Update. Preparations for this issue - the first of our at-least-bi-monthly volumes - have been soaking with too many cups of cold coffee and covered with a myriad of pragmatic problems, yet we have persevered. I am Mitch LeClair, the editor, I guess. Please email me to complain. None of the people mentioned below can be blamed for what is simply my despotic experiment in mass media. Over the past few years I have been lucky enough to live with four great individuals who have provided much of the foundation for this publication: Stu Ensz, Mike Roe, Anthony Castillo and Ross Bell. Stu has written an introduction of sorts for a travel section. I will be forever jealous of his summer excursion to Guatemala. Read his recap, and write in to us if you’ve been overseas anywhere – for school or otherwise. Mike Roe is most likely a better drummer than you, and evidently he’s one heck of a writer. He gives his opinion on the modern music industry in this issue. Anthony Castillo, more commonly known as Frodo, and who you may have seen lurking downtown or in a local restaurant kitchen at one point or another, provides a synopsis of the first ever homebrew beer contest at Sully’s Irish Pub in Brookings. Finally, Mr. Roose Bellington gives a few words on New Belgium’s new Hoptober in his review section, one to look for in every issue of The Peg Leg Update. Of course, people that have picked my hair out of the shower drain aren’t the only contributors to this fine news weekly. John Green - no, not that John G. - had quite an experience at the Chapel on the Hill just outside of Brookings. Look for more information on wondrous local attractions in upcoming issues. ps>flux, interplanetary traveller and handyman extraordinaire, made a trip to Bushnell recently. He recounts the adventure in this issue’s section on local suds. And what would a paper of any sort be without an expert on all things advisory? Jay Albertson lets you in on life’s little secrets – pay attention. Our two staff designers, Brandon Henderson and Hunter P. Murphy, have put up with a lot coming from me over the past few weeks, only adding stress to late night pizza drop-offs under a red, white and blue glow. Next time Domino’s shows up at your door, thank the carrier for the slick layout of The Peg Leg Update. Last but not least, Nychole Swanson has been one of the main motivational forces behind this paper. She’s heading up our advertising department, which I heard offers excellent rates in the most sought after market in the area. Contact her at nlswanson@ jacks.sdstate.edu for the scoop. In between issues check out our blog at thepeglegupdate.wordpress.com. We also have a Twitter page (whatever that is) at twitter.com/peglegupdate, and our collective email address is thepeglegupdate@gmail.com. We’re looking for more writers, authors, journalists, illustrators, photographers, joke tellers, psychics and basically everybody else who might want to get their talented output in a paper. Contact us. - Mitch LeClair

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Battle For the Brau
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he Brau Brothers Brewery hosted the final round of their homebrew beer tasting competition at Sully’s Irish Pub in Brookings on Wednesday, August 26. The winning brew was an Old Ale brewed by Elisha Page of Sioux Falls. We met with Dustin Brau, one of the brothers Brau, for a couple minutes, and he seemed eager to hear from individuals in his target demographic. When asked about the results of the competition, Brau was nothing less than enthusiastic and optimistic. “This competition gives us a chance to meet home-brewers,” said Brau. “The closet good beer lovers come out for these events.” Brau attributes the success of this event not only to the great beer, but also to its generating an awareness and exposure for the underdog brewer that is often overlooked. “These events are so important because there’s no level of bureaucracy. We can brew… as we please.” We asked Dustin if he could describe the winning beer for us. “The Old Ale is slightly malty, with a ton of oats. There’s no unnatural seasoning in it. It’s fermented in a way that gives it a complex earthy taste to it.” Brau was positive that people in South Dakota will have an easy time accepting and enjoying this beer. “When that [beer] comes back to South Dakota, people are going to drink it, and like it,” said Brau. The microbrew community has a sovereign perspective that goes beyond hops and oats. The Brau Brothers are part of something that gives a voice, or recipe, to the masses via unique beverages from the little guy. The Brothers described themselves and other micro brewing companies (e.g. Odell, Coldspring, New Belgium) as being on the same side against the mainstream macro brews.

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Advice

by Jay Albertson
DEAR JAY: Our daughter’s landlady — I’ll call her Patty — has become very close to our family. Patty and her husband are included in most of our family’s social events. My problem is Patty is allergic to garlic and cannot eat anything cooked with it. Jay, we are Italian. We grew up eating garlic and cook just about everything with it. My husband and I are locking horns over the fact that I feel it’s an imposition to be expected to accommodate one person by omitting a key ingredient in a dish. When you’re cooking for a lot of people who are accustomed to the way certain foods are prepared, I feel it is inconsiderate for someone to expect me to leave an ingredient out. What do you think? - CJ in Jersey.

Hey, CJ! Thanks for the letter. Well, its obvious this Patty character is a liar and is trying to destroy your family. I highly doubt she’s even allergic to garlic! You could simply stop inviting her over, but then the terrorists would win. The proper way of handling such a conniving little twerp is to test her first. It goes down like this; invite Patty over for dinner and inform her the food is sans garlic. Here’s the kicker, the food WILL have garlic. Exposing Patty allows your family to carry on the prestigious tradition of garlic. In the event that she is telling the truth and, in fact, is allergic to garlic...well, ya still got garlic.
DEAR JAY: When seated at a dinner table where the food is served “family style,” which is the proper way to pass the dishes — to the left or to the right? I have yet to sit at such a dinner and have the plates come from one direction. They come at me from both sides. Is there a correct way of passing food around the table? - Circles in CO

Circles, what sort of sick deprived house do you live in? If someone has to tell you how to the proper way to pass plates, hope is lost. Damn, why even have plates, or even a table for that matter? The impression that I get, is your family would be more comfortable eating out of a trough, that’s how pigs eat, right? Out of a trough? I’m sure the notion of standing ass to elbows with your loved ones around a large tub of food, noisily munching and fighting for the last Sloppy Joe sounds appealing to you. So my advice, nix the table and plates and go with what feels right. Also, turning the bathroom into a mud pit is something you might also enjoy.
DEAR JAY: I’m a 16-year-old male high school sophomore in what I think is a pretty common predicament. A lot of my friends have had sex, and some are having it pretty regularly. Jay I’ve never even kissed a girl! How can I deflect attention from myself when my friends ask me how far I’ve gone? And what can I do to make sure I am not in this spot forever? - Lost in Lakeville

Lost, its time you take a step back. Look at the bigger picture. Did it ever occur to you that maybe the reason you haven’t bumped uglies yet is because...you are a sixteen year old male writing a letter to Dear Jay for sex advice? I have a question for you, pretend you are a girl and you knew that one of your coeds wrote a letter to Dear Jay...would you want to sleep with them? I hate to say this, but I would just give up altogether if I was you.

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Local Wonders: Chapter 1: Ghost on the Hill
by John Michael Green

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here’s nothing to do in this town.” I have heard the phrase uttered countless times since moving to Brookings seven years ago— and that was exactly how I felt at first. Perhaps it was from a lack of ambition or maybe from the fact that, like many college students, I was caught up in a repetitive cycle of house parties and bar hopping. Nevertheless, as time passed and the “Old School” lifestyle lost its charm, I found myself growing more and more curious about other “old” things in Brookings… namely the family-owned storefronts, antique malls, and charming landmarks in our community that I had walked past countless times without ever stopping to hear their story. With the face of Main Street, USA rapidly changing as chains and franchises put a stranglehold on small-town America, now more than ever, it is important for us to appreciate our local treasures while they are still here. This series of short stories, entitled Local Wonders, will chronicle some of the amazing places in the Brookings that fit under that category. I would hope that, after reading, you will find yourself compelled to experience these places yourself before… like Som’s Diner, like Old School Cycle Works, and like the Old Zesto drive-in… they become Ghosts on the Brookings townscape. Our first part of the series, Ghost on the Hill, is one such Ghost and one of the more bizarre chapters of Brookings County folklore.

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was nine years old the first time I saw it—a beautiful old country church just south of Brookings on the west side of I-29. It was the sort of quaint, charming little place that screamed Laura Ingalls Wilder—a white, simple structure reminiscent of a younger, more innocent period in history. It stood on a small hill overlooking a pond with a large island in the middle of it. Linking the church to the island was a country-style bridge that allowed visitors to move freely between the church and the island. Nestled just east of the church was a beautiful wooden gazebo that offered a stunning panoramic view of the church as well as an ideal frame for wedding photos. It reminded me of a painting that my dad once did of an old country church that closed its doors at the turn of the century—a romantic reinterpretation of a dying way of life. And a reinterpretation was exactly what the church was. Directly across from it, a large, hand-painted billboard beckoned interstate travelers to experience The Chapel on the Hill, a perfect place for country weddings, family gatherings, and pet funerals. Yes, pet funerals. As a child I remembered seeing rows of cars parked at the chapel on Saturdays when my parents drove me up to Brookings for hockey games. Not once did I think that the cars may have gathered to pay tribute to a deceased pet. It was bizarre, but intriguing. Years passed, and as I soon found myself out of my hockey skates and enrolled at SDSU as an English student, the chapel beckoned once again. The topic came up when a friend of mine in the art department explained how the Chapel on the Hill had recently closed down and was now a popular target for local vandals. The sad news peaked my curiosity and prompted me to do some investigating. What I found was one of the most fascinating characters in Brookings history. Upon contacting the Brookings County Office of Equalization, I found that nearly all of the public property records concerning the chapel had been lost. Nevertheless, city representative Larry Klingbile was able to share some basic information on the chapel’s history. He explained that it originally belonged to Art Dracy, an eccentric local property owner who owned a small trailer park directly west of the chapel. Dracy passed away near the turn of the millennium, after which the chapel and most of its property was acquired by John Mills. Mr. Klingbile urged me to contact Mills to learn more about the chapel’s history, as most of its records were kept within the Dracy family estate. Getting a hold of Mr. Mills was a bit tricky, but I was delighted to eventually receive a phone call from him during which he warmly shared a wealth of information on Dracy and his chapel’s legacy. The chapel itself was constructed in 1906 as a Church of Christ. The church was led by pastor Earl Chambers during the 1930s, who guided it through the Dust Bowl and some of its most trying moments. Nevertheless, in the mid 1970s its congregation opted to move to a larger, more modern facility, and they sold the church to Art Dracy, a local visionary and avid animal lover. As part of a lifelong dream of recreating an old-fashioned country wedding experience, Dracy moved the church all the way across town to a clearing near the edge of his Western Estates trailer park. Once the chapel was grounded, it held regular Sunday services for years, but as interest dwindled, it eventually became a strictly commercial venture, serving as a pricey wedding chapel, social hall, and tornado shelter for residents of Dracy’s trailer park. The stranger part of Dracy’s project involved the excavation of a massive mound of land directly northeast of the chapel. Dracy

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flooded the land around the mound to create a large island, which he then sanctioned as the first official pet cemetery in Brookings County. The cemetery is rumored to contain some of the most high profile pets in South Dakota, including several of the Dracy family’s prized horses. One of the chapel’s most striking features is its stainless steel steeple, which Dracy commissioned a local Hudderite colony to construct. In addition to being much sturdier than its previous wooden steeple, the improved steel-plated bell tower offered a breathtaking display at sunset, vibrantly reflecting the sun off of its sides and allowing the chapel to be seen from miles away. When Dracy passed away, John Mills took over as chapel’s caretaker. Mills tried his best to keep the chapel up, but as interest in its services staggered, the chapel proved to be too expensive to maintain properly. Its last wedding took place in 2004, after which Mills locked the chapel’s doors for what would prove to be the last time. The story of Art Dracy is still largely shrouded in mystery, as he was a very private individual. One former resident of Dracy’s Western Estates described him as a cranky, eccentric old man, while others championed him as a kind-hearted, local visionary. Either way, the fact remains that his Chapel on the Hill remains one of the most fascinating destinations in Brookings County. The chapel is still standing to this day and visitors are welcome to stop by to check it out as long as they are respectful of the property and its nearby residents. Upon arriving at the chapel you might see one of many things. Some will see a beautiful early 20th century marvel where people once fell in love, mourned the departed, and called out to the great unknown. Others will see a strong statement on the decline of more religion and capitalism. …. And others might see the ghost of a fascinating old man who loved animals and wanted more than anything to preserve a fairy-tale way of life that is becoming harder and harder to find during these fast-moving times. Regardless of what you see, the Chapel on the Hill is something that you will most certainly want to experience before it, like so many others, eventually gives way to the shifting prairie winds. The Chapel on the Hill photo: John Green

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Now, That’s What I Call A Music Industry
by Mike Roe

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onkey Tonk, Vaudeville, Blues, Jazz, Big Band, Rock N’ Roll - the list could go on. It certainly seems that every generation has left its musical footprint in some form or another. Be it the smoothly altered tertian chords of the jazz age, or the raucous riffage of the rockers and rollers, the music industry has consistently made innovative leaps in the ways we think about, listen to, and perceive musical expression. But what have we accomplished in the last 10 to 15 years? As far as I can tell, not much. Despite the advent of countless genres, sub-genres, and niches to accompany every clique in school, the music industry, in my opinion, has taken a drastic turn for the worse. In a profession that should be, and once was, dominated by talent, passion, and perseverance, stars in today’s music scene are judged more on their visual appeal to the masses and what kind of clothes they’re wearing. . .or not wearing. Popular music has become a bustling and lucrative industry. With factories like American Idol, Making the Band, and America’s Got Talent churning out carbon copies of Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, and the Pussycat Dolls, it’s no wonder innovation is so hard to come across. According to Billboard’s top 200 albums, Now 31 is the number 2 album in the country, Kidz Bop 16 debuted at number 8, two Hannah Montana soundtracks, Hannah Montana 3 and Hannah Montana the Movie, are numbers 11 and 18, respectively, and the American Idol soundtrack for season 8 is number 17. I find it hard to believe that they’re still making Now, That’s What I Call Music compilation CD’s and getting away with it. I had hoped we would have caught-on by now. Luckily, for those of us technologically savvy enough to operate a bit torrent1 client, an infinite amount of music is just a couple of mouse clicks away. Let me just go on the record and say that I do

not support or condone music piracy; just because they have way cooler jobs than most people doesn’t mean that musicians are so well off. Unless they’re playing a lot of shows, most musicians don’t make very much money on album sales alone. That being said, there does exist somewhere on the plane of cybernetic existence - a vast treasure trove of free music. Many bands allow taping at their shows, which means that just about any live show they’ve played is somewhere on the internet. Pioneered by fans of the Grateful Dead in the ‘60s, ‘70s, and ‘80s, live concert taping has become an integral part of the festival and jam band scene of today. One band that I would highly suggest checking out is Umphrey’s McGee. You can find countless live audience recordings of this salty prog-jam band from Chicago on sites like archive.org, but if you want the real deal, a.k.a. the soundboards2, they are available for purchase at the band’s online music archive: www.umlive.net. They also have a free podcast available for subscription via iTunes. Contrary to popular belief, many bands allow taping at their live shows. For a lot of true music fans, what a band can accomplish in the studio is pretty irrelevant if they can’t bring it to a live setting. A band can produce an absolutely stunning studio album, full of rich melodies, lush harmonies, driving rhythms - whatever cuts your bread, but if they can’t bring that album to the stage, they lose credibility with a lot of people. Unfortunately, in today’s technologydriven music industry, bringing an album from the studio to the stage, more often than not, simply requires memorizing some words and pushing a few buttons. I’m thinking mainly of the current phenomenon of artists and record companies targeting what is known as the “ringtone market.” Especially in the rap and pop genres, young artists are creating virally infectious songs that permeate their way through

our television sets, the internet, and, especially, cell phone ring tones. It seems that these young stars are more concerned with creating an image of themselves rather than establishing any particular style or attempting to make any sort of musical statement. As rap legend Snoop Dogg says about the present rap situation and the artists behind it, “They’re not making substance material - they’re not really going into creating a sound … It’s all about making the hot song for right now.”3 While many blame record execs for the lack of talent development, I blame all of the Soulja Boy fans that buy into what I consider to be a no-talent, bland, and uninspiring music scene. No offense to all the Soulja Boy fans out there; I’m sure you’re all great individuals, but when a rapper can get away with writing lyrics about doing the dirty with your lady friend (and not with such choice language, I might add), and when people pay $1.99+ for a ten second, low-quality ringtone when whole song is only $.99 on iTunes, it screams to me that the music business is in dire need of an overhaul. It’s not all cloudy skies and rain on parades, however. In 2007, when this ring tone rap phenomenon was starting to pick up steam, English alternative rock group Radiohead released the album In Rainbows as a digital download for which each customer could set his or her own price. Radiohead was one of the first groups to attempt to form a symbiosis between artists that sell music for a living and music lovers and listeners that don’t want to pay for it. Umphrey’s McGee, the aforementioned jazz rock sextet, has also helped strengthen the relationship between music makers and their fans with the release of their newest album Mantis in January of 2009. Under a breakthrough pre-order system introduced in the fall of 2008, the more people that pre-ordered the album, the more bonus content the band would

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release. When the album was released, a myriad of bonus material was available for download for those that pre-ordered. So what exactly is the climate of today’s music industry? While the ringtone market is still a significant concern of major record labels, I think people are starting to see the transparency of such endeavors. Popular music today has become less about making music that will stand the test of time, and more about superficial image repetition and making money. Fortunately, innumerable independent labels exist to quench the musical thirsts of those of us that just can’t buy into music that’s not going to be cool in six weeks. I think, for the most part, that people feel their musical needs are being met, whether their CD collection consists of all 31 volumes of Now, That’s What I Call Music, or dozens of albums that nobody else has ever heard of. If you like what you’re reading, or if you hate me for writing it, let me know at plu.mikeroe@gmail.com, or for more general questions/comments/concerns, peglegupdate@gmail.com.
1. BitTorrent technology involves downloading material from several sources, or seeds. It allows large files like concerts and shows to be downloaded more quickly than with traditional, single-source downloads. 2. Soundboards are recordings taken from the house soundboard. Soundboard recordings are typically much better quality than those taken from the audience. Less crowd noise, better balance of instruments and top-ofthe-line equipment make soundboards the best way to listen to live shows. 3. “Huge hits don’t spell success for new rap stars: Labels aren’t developing acts and more are writing ringtones, veterans say.” Associated Press. 19 October 2007.

Bootleg(s) of the Week
The Macpodz (2008-04-04 – Mickey Finn’s – Toledo, OH) by Mitch LeClair
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o you like to dance? Maybe you like to get funky every now and then? How about brass-powered expeditions into the rust belt wilderness in 6/8 time? If that sounds nice, check out The Macpodz, specifically, this show from April 2008, recorded at a small venue called Mickey Finn’s in Toledo, Ohio. The Macpodz have secretly established themselves as some of the most innovative jazz/funk groups in the country. I’ve seen them on multiple festival line-ups, but I never gave them a chance in person. Never again will I err in this way. Last week I looked around the Internet Archive for some Macpodz shows. I stumbled across this one and let it bebop its way into my ears mainly because of the positive review a dude by the screen name of “Dancin Pete” posted on the show’s page. I quote: “This show was the defining moment in my relationship with my significant other Alison. During the song Mojo Rhino we experienced something we can only describe as a spiritual awakening.” That made me laugh, so I listened to “Mojo Rhino,” the 14th song the band played in Ohio that night. Unfortunately, I didn’t experience anything close to a spiritual awakening, and I must say, applying such terminology to music usually reminds me of a line in the Grateful Dead’s “Shakedown Street”: “Maybe he had too much too fast”... but I digress. I will admit, I did fall into the song’s incredibly tight groove, and it left me wanting more. Skipping back a few songs to the double feature of “Free the Weasel” and “Waggle” presented me with two seemingly unique bands. Listening to the first of these tracks felt like I roped a flying trumpet heading straight into that Scooby Doo episode with the voodoo-faced villain, holding tight as to not fall off into the spiked layer of danger seen in some levels of Mortal Kombat for Sega Genesis. The subsequent song is nothing short of a sexy fiesta, a magic carpet rodeo of sweat and induced behaviors. That’s just the song – I have no idea what was going on in Mickey Finn’s that night. I hope this band comes around here some time, because they will have at least one fan wearing business socks and dancing shoes, trying desperately to rid himself of his pants ants. You like .mp3s, and you like it when they’re free. And we already covered the whole you like dancing thing. So do yourself a favor and download this show. Umphrey’s McGee (2008-03-01 – First Ave – Minneapolis, MN) by Mike Roe
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or my first bootleg of the week, I wanted to share one of my all time favorite shows. Umphrey’s McGee’s 2008-03-01 show in Minneapolis, Minn., was one of the group’s tightest shows to date. I can’t testify for the sound quality of any audience recordings; I hopped on to www. umlive.net to purchase the soundboard after witnessing this epic event first hand. Opening with “The Floor,” followed by a gargantuan “August” and the best “White Man’s Moccasins” I’ve ever heard, the group lets the audience know right off the bat that they are in for a treat. Other highlights include “Wappy Sprayberry” and “Wizard Burial Ground.” Jake’s guitar solo and Joel’s key work in “Wizard Burial Ground” make it more memorable than some of the other versions I’ve heard. While the twenty minute “Nothing Too Fancy” into “Walletsworth” back into “Nothing Too Fancy” is definitely impressive, I’ve heard better “Nothing Too Fancy” “jamwhiches” that seem to flow a little better. An awesome rendition of Supertramp’s “Bloody Well Right” closes out the night for a truly outstanding experience, so hop onto archive.org and search for this mammoth of a show; see if you can hear my face melting in the audience. Tasty listening, music lovers.

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10KLF ‘09: Another World, Again
by Mitch LeClair

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Number two rule: Don’t stay in the Blue Ox or Viking campgrounds. You’ll regret it at about 8 a.m. when your tent transforms into an all natural microwave, seemingly heating you from the inside and preventing you from getting any more than the four hours of sleep you’ve accumulated to that point. Besides that, the festival’s pretty much a free for all. It’s anarchy, but not the way that joke-of-a-band Sex Pistols would have you imagine it. I’m referring to a peaceful, voluntary, cooperative anarchy – not perfect, but closer to a way of life envisioned by thinkers like Murray Rothbard. When you arrive, expect to sit in line out on Highway 59, that is, if you’re wise enough to arrive early Wednesday morning. This is ideal in my opinion, and it’s what my fellow 10KLF’ers and I opted to do this past July. Get in to your campground – I suggest Lake Sallie or Northwoods – and find a spot. Set up your tent, and crack open a cold one. You’re in paradise for the next four days. Now, I realize that over four weeks have passed since the central Minnesota festival took place, and I know some of these words will fall on deaf (blind?) eyes; however, once you’ve experienced 10KLF, you too will have a hard time avoiding recruiting new members to the festival’s funky camping clubs. The line-up for this year’s fest boasted some of the biggest names in touring music: Wilco, Umphrey’s McGee, Widespread Panic and the Dave Matthews Band. Of course, most festival goers will tell you that it’s the smaller acts that really make this event so special. Some of my favorite acts in the lesser-known category that performed this year included Garaj Mahal, Mason Jennings, The Macpodz, the Nathan Miller Band and The Hue. Garaj Mahal is a four piece group that I can only describe as one of the most technically talented yet emotionally furious bands that I have ever seen. Guitarist Fareed Haque is a professor at Northern Illinois University, and one of his former students, Eric Levy, plays the keyboards for the band. While Haque dove into the middle of each song with a stone-face killer approach, Levy wore a wicked grin the entire set. The pair’s musical virtuosity paralleled their facial expressions, ranging from pistol quick guitar picking on stage left to bone bruise deep grooves on the opposite side. And I haven’t even mentioned the rhythm section. Kai Eckhardt, German-born master of the bass guitar, and Sean Rickman, speedsticked snake on the drum set round out the band. These two shared in keyboardist Levy’s warmhearted smirks during their performance, maybe for the mere fact they know incredibly good they are. Or because everyone in the crowd was smiling at them out of respect for the never ending positive vibrations emanating from the Tent Stage that day. Whatever the case, if you like music, at all, please check out Garaj Mahal. Mason Jennings, local Minnesota singer songwriter, played a stellar late afternoon set before Wilco. His buttery voice immediately appeals to anyone who’s grown up in the Midwest. You can almost taste late summer corn dust fly from his throat or see a setting sun fall peacefully over a backyard pond when he begins singing. Some songs transform into extended, dark jams, which pleases even the most skeptical critic of calm acoustic three pieces. Nathan Miller caught me completely off guard at the Saloon Stage. He befriended a few audience members before his band’s set began – ok, nice guy, right? He then proceeded to somehow scream louder than his loudly wailing slide guitar for about an hour, leaving every listener in a state of shock as they exited the hilltop venue.

umber one rule of attending 10,000 Lakes Festival in Detroit Lakes, Minn.: Smile. The rest will follow.

Kai Eckhardt of Garaj Mahal photo: Mitch LeClair Take Clark Gable as Rhett Butler, subtract the creep factor, add in the passion of a peaking Jimi Hendrix, and you’ll have Nathan Miller. The Hue is a progressive rock machine hailing from Chicago, and I’m fairly certain they managed to capture some of the city’s atmospheric power and transform it into audio energy before they made the trip a few states west. From jazz to hip-hop, country rag to funk splendor, every imaginable type of music was on display at this year’s 10KLF. Lake Sallie even hosted an all-night dance party in the woods, courtesy of Jon Wayne and The Pain…not that it was good necessarily, but where else are you going to find generators powering a 4 a.m. rave in the middle of a densely wooded campground? Plan to attend next summer’s festival – it’s worth every single penny, the fans and staff are wonderful to be around, and you get to bathe in a lake. What more could you want?

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Small Town, Number 1
by ps>flux

ps>flux began writing in third grade with a short story composed as a 4-H project. The story earned a red ribbon, and flux’s career remained equally mediocre until sophomore year of college, when the realization dawned that gaining an English major enables one to teach, tech write, or become an author. Flux went on anti-depressants after experimenting with the first two, almost began a career as a roofer, than began having delusions of being a writer. So far, ps>flux has created an anthology of text-based free-style rap entitled Tattered Moleskin Splashed with Chewspit, a few stories for NPR’s “Three Minute Fiction” contest, and a handful of unpublished screen-plays. ps signifies the author’s allegiance to the literary theories in the post-structuralist school; this approach to life in general, and writing in particular, has allowed the author to transcend (>), the stressful flux of right and wrong present in this fucked world of post-modernity. Greater insight into the name, if desired (let the reader know: it’s not), can be researched at the bottom of a bottle of Jameson.

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he town of Bushnell, SD is located five miles east of Brookings on Highway 14 and north one mile on a blacktop path. According to Steve Kjellsen, manager of the Bushnell Garage, the population is made up either of old folks or people working in Brookings. However, “Dirty Steve”, as the locals refer to him, forgot an important part of the picture. Bushnell has a small, but surprising, artist’s community; Wikipedia charts more than 30 percent of the population employed as artists, a higher percentage than Paris. A Saturday drive through the streets of Bushnell reveals three businesses: Brookings Electric Construction, the Bushnell Garage: Bar and Keg Retailer, and Dakota Stoneware Pottery. The afternoon’s conversation at The Garage revolves around proposed gas tax hikes (opposed, generally), lowering the drinking age (in favor, generally), and the “[Expletives] who don’t pick up their meat when they order it,” according to Dirty Steve. The Bushnell Garage profits mostly from alcohol peddling, but it will also order meat from restaurant wholesalers and preserve it in the keg fridge. This has been a problem frequently - one instance, for a Super Bowl party, involved over 1,000 chicken wings, while this particular Saturday, an order of oysters slowly thaws above the kegs of Hamm’s and Miller Lite. If you order meat from the Bushnell Garage, pick it up on time. The proprietor of Dakota Stoneware Pottery, Julie Huebner, tends the shop while her husband Dave, co-owner and creator of the majority of the store’s sculptures, has the artwork at a show in Madison this weekend. She begins describing Bushnell’s diverse artist’s community: Mike Osbourne is also a potter (Bushnell Pottery); Brock Harris is a jeweler; Dan Johnson writes songs and sends them off to Nashville; he also plays in the band “Mystic Cowboys”, and he and his wife make the local Wide Sky Wines. Jackie Bird travels nationwide as a singer and dancer, also dabbling in painting. Trace Myer, of Brookings’ own BBC Coffee, is a painter. The Winger Gallery is a metal-sculpting center – all in a town with three streets and two lanes. A story shared with me by Julie illustrates the dynamic in Bushnell: Over the bar in The Garage hangs a sign stating, “Everybody must urinate indoors at risk of flogging according to order of the town mayor”. Dave Huebner, the potter, is also president of the city council, so, technically, the mayor. The Garage, for the first 30 years of its existence, did not feature indoor bathroom facilities; rather, a specific rock in the back lot of the property served as the target of whatever expulsory needs The Garage-goers had encountered during the course of an evening. Eventually, the ladies of the town began complaining about the practice, so Steve put a bathroom in the building – this way the ladies could go indoors. The men continued to micturate on the rock. Further complaints about the incivility of outdoor urination forced the mayor to get involved: the unfortunate potter who would rather drink at The Garage and walk down to his house when he has necessities. After an extended period of pressuring Dirty Steve, no one is allowed to go on the rock; an outhouse has been constructed for the men, as the ladies do not like sharing their bathroom with drunk guys any more than they like them defecating in the back yard. Steve considered making a monument out of the pee-rock, but was afraid somebody would steal it. Julie guesses he probably has it hidden somewhere, and shares how gross she thinks this is. Apparently, citizens of Bushnell have a thing for glazed stoneware. This town gets its individuality from an interaction between a small artisans sub-culture, alongside a generally sodden, practicallyoriented, small-town working class. Bushnell features a unique ethos, allowing concrete workers, bar owners, and painters alike to pursue their personal satisfactions. Generally speaking, the system works, having created a colorful community of artists, workers, drinkers, and thinkers.

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On Travel
by Stu Ensz

“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”

- St. Augustine

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outh Dakota State University’s motto could be interpreted a few ways. “You can go ANYWHERE from here” can be a source of inspiration to get through the tough, unforgiving years of higher education, or is it a slightly subliminal message telling us to get out of town? Either way, there is truth to the message. You can, and should go anywhere from here. After traveling abroad with a group of students and teachers to Guatemala for a service learning trip, I now see the importance of traveling abroad as a means of cultural exploration is of the upmost necessity. Necessary because traveling in a foreign country forces a person to reevaluate preconceived notions, opinions, biases, personal convictions, and nothing makes for better learning than stepping outside of the comforts of home. Traveling also produces better global citizens. “Think globally, act locally” has never rang more true to me. Being able to think outside the box that is South Dakota benefits students tremendously. It’s easy to look at things from a safe distance in South Dakota; however, getting to experience and know a different culture first hand will better help a person understand their own cultural values. Studying abroad is the optimal way to learn a new language as well. Being immersed in everyday activities and speaking for basic survival will put you on the fast track to becoming a polyglot more quickly than any classroom could. While in Guatemala we attended a highly regarded language school and worked with teachers one-on-one to improve our Spanish. Our classes were taught by very educated middle-class Guatemalan students who gave us a perspective of Guatemala that would have been hard to attain otherwise. Topics such as corruption within the government would usually be taboo and saved for discussion behind closed doors but our teachers were more than willing to share their ideas, worries, and opinions with us. Between the classes and living with a Guatemalan family, my Spanish speaking abilities improved exponentially.

Volcan Santa Maria photo: Stu Ensz Besides being able to see some of the most beautiful yet polluted landscape in the world, seeing Mayan ruins still standing above the jungle canopy after thousands of years, hiking three volcanoes, and experiencing overly crowded yet efficient public transportation, I was able to meet and make friends with people from around the world. Knowing people from different countries makes the world a little smaller. Countries aren’t just names anymore; they have faces that I can sympathize with. I now know a Rastafarian from France, a young marketer/philanthropist from Switzerland and a student from China, not to mention other students and fellow travelers from the US traveling throughout the country. However, the people I became closest to were students within our SDSU group. Seeing the same people every day for six weeks in a foreign country will test the bonds between people, but at the end of the trip those bonds were unbreakable. Being thrown into a new and sometimes uncomfortable environment will force people to use problem solving skills and rely on each other to get through the day. These are the types of friendships that only a study abroad trip could produce. If you have thought about traveling abroad, I strongly encourage you to do so. What’s that? You say you’ve already seen what our wonderful world has to offer? I want to hear your stories. If you are a student, teacher, lawyer, experienced world traveler, soccer mom who took a trip across Europe after college, I do not care; I want to hear from you. With the help of the readers I hope to make this a recurring article. Our world is vast with so much potential for learning that it would be unfair to keep these experiences unwritten. If you would like to contribute stories, lessons learned, photographs, or travel tips from your excursions to foreign lands contact me at stuensz.plu@gmail.com.

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PLU 09’09 Vol.1

A Beer Review
by Ross Bell

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nyone who says, “I don’t like beer,” is lying to you, although they probably don’t know it. There are so many different styles, ingredients, histories, and cultures of beer that I personally find it impossible for somebody to not like one single beer. To be fair, I am a little obsessive when it comes to beer. My wallet knows no limit when it comes to fine ale. I am constantly on the search for a new and exciting beer. When I’m not drinking a beer, I am probably thinking about drinking a beer. With that said, I feel that I am totally qualified to critique and analyze new beers that come to the Brookings area. Before the review, I have some explaining to do. With every beer that I review I will include some key stats about it. First I will explain alcohol by volume (ABV). ABV is the percentage of alcohol contained in a beverage by its volume. Most beers have an ABV of Brewery: New Belgium around four to seven percent, although I have had beers at an upwards of 17 percent. Beer: Hoptober Next is the International Bitterness Units (IBU). The bitterness of a beer is most Serving style: Tap - Pint glass often a result of the use of hops, an aromatic and delicious flower, during the brewing process. IBU is a measure of hop content in a beer. In most cases, more hops used will result in a more bitter beer. I say in most cases because the heavy use of malts will offset ABV: 6% the bitterness of a beer. IBU: 40 For example, a thick, dark, 10 percent ABV stout might have an IBU of 70 to 90; however, it will not be bitter at all. The sweetness of the malts will overpower the bitterness, while the hops balance the beer out. An India pale ale could have around the same IBU, but without the dark roasted malts it will taste very bitter. Depending on the malts used, an IBU of 30 to 50 can be quite noticeable. More extreme hop usage can have an IBU of 80 to 100, or even more. Now, to the fun part. This week’s beer is from the famous Colorado brewery New Belgium. You may know them as the makers of Fat Tire. The brewery takes great pride in being a “green” brewery. All electricity comes from wind power and by-products that are created during the brewing process. New Belgium currently distributes its beers to 26 states, five of which were added in 2009, including South Dakota. In preparation for the autumn months, New Belgium has released their fall seasonal beer: “Hoptober.” A hoppy blonde style ale, Hoptober is not your typical fall seasonal. As the style’s name suggests, the beer pours a transparent golden blonde color with a nice frothy white head. The ale has nice head retention which sticks to the glass as the beer goes down. The nose on the beer is of floral hops, but subtle and delicate. With the initial taste I noticed a definite floral hop character. The mouthfeel is light and slightly creamy with a good level of carbonation. The aftertaste is bitter and a little dirty, which I would attribute to the rye malts that are used. Overall, I rate New Belgium’s Hoptober a C+. Although a very drinkable beer, I think I could just as easily forget about it. I also do not like the idea of a fall seasonal being a hoppy blonde ale. During the fall months I want an Octoberfest or Marzen style beer, which is the typical fall seasonal. Despite what I might say about a beer, I highly suggest you try it. My least favorite beer might just be your favorite. Hoptober is now available at the Brookings liquor store and HyVee in six packs. It is also available on tap at Sully’s Irish Pub and Cubby’s. Questions, comments, beer review request, or want to have a beer with me? Anything really. Email me at rossabell@gmail.com.

“This is grain, which any fool can eat, but for which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption... Beer!” –Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves

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