I'm leaving on route to Chicago, then Minneapolis, in fourish days. it's hard to express how fucking excited I am. here is something I wrote about Minnesota around eight or nine months ago, in Boston:
"I’m a little bit afraid to go to Minnesota. I’m afraid because I think it won’t measure up to the way I think it will be. When I think of Minnesota, I think of the guitar sound on “Here Comes a Regular.” For some reason, to me, Bob Stinson’s guitar is ringing off this huge, open sky, probably in the fall, just as the last leaves are falling, and it’s heart-achingly beautiful.
The vast open sky is what I think of the most – I have this idea that it feels different there than in any other flat state between Pennsylvania and Colorado, that it’s colder, and a little lonely, but not the way you would be lonely in Nebraska, the kind of lonely that inspires poetry.
Maybe it’s because a couple Replacements songs that immediately come to mind mention the sky (I write this as I look at “Waitress in the Sky” and “Skyway” on my iTunes player, and I remember how I felt when I first drove over the Chicago Skyway into the great Midwestern city). I think of “On the Rainy River,” possibly my favorite chapter from Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried, of driving through an entire state with something called an Iron Range, and on to Canada beyond. I want Minnesota to be breathtakingly beautiful, but not in an obvious way. And if I get there and it looks like Ohio, I may be slightly disappointed
if it's possible to be obsessed with a state you've never been to? yeah. Mighty Ducks, up through Chuck Klosterman, through the 'Mats, to everything hockey. it's ridiculous how many of the important things in my world involve this state. between MN and CA you've got a good half of my life.
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