There are some things that you come across that nobody seems to know shit about and nobody else seems to remember in the first place. Here are a couple
Never heard anybody say the name of this band ever. There is a seven inch previous to this one that I hope to find at some point. But Minnesota's a strange place. They have a fucking boatload of state pride that rivals Texas in ridiculousness, but they only really give a shit about that as it is reflected by the rest of the world. This translates into not really giving a monkey's ass about anything anybody does locally until the world outside notices it and then they'll loudly crow about it being Minnesotan until you want to punch them.
I mean, when the local news has some cause to refer to Robert Zimmerman in any way it is always prefixed with "Minnesota Native". I'm pretty sure almost everybody knows who Bob Dylan is. Bob Dylan is sufficient in most circumstances to identify the guy. It's not like they're narrowing it down from the whole host of other Bob Dylans out there that may otherwise lead to confusion as to which one they're referring to. (Oh, it's the one from Minnesota...)
Nobody ever noticed this band. They remain in obscurity.
I actually saw this band. Maybe even more than once. I saw them. Liked them. Forgot their name. Forgot they existed. Later on I remembered they existed. Didn't remember their name. And so it went for quite a few years until I saw this and it all came together for me. You see kids, sometimes stories do have a happy ending just like "Ol' Yeller".
In 1998 the local rag even mentioned them as Best Local Band. (along with other recordings I still need to locate.) If they did move to NYC, they apparently didn't become super popular.
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