Fargo, North Dakota

Fargo is more cosmopolitan than I would have thought. The main drag is lined with classy restaurants and bars, none of which we visited, but which surprised me all the same. It must get tiresome living in a place where misconception, in no small part due to the Coen brother’s film entitled Fargo, plays a role in shaping the reputation of the place you call home.

The activity of Fargo was somewhat surprising, but the show we were booked on was the true surprise for the evening. We took the stage after two local metal bands, not necessary a fitting bill, but the bands were good and the people at the venue were friendly. At the Spine won the adoration of at least two new fans, two severely intoxicated women requesting something "old" be played. This induced flash backs of playing covers in Seattle. These feelings were further fueled by Mike’s improvised version of Nugent’s "Cat Scratch Fever" that had something to do with hating Nugent instead of cats. Fargo.