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***UPDATE: See below for news of Chappelle playing a pick-up basketball game at Target Center after his final Pantages set Saturday.
He may not be a musician, but Dave Chappelle has truly proven to be a rock star this week – and thus it was a no-brainer for First Avenue to give him his own star on the wall outside the club. The club’s staff painted his name on the bricks in time to show it to the comedian after his last of eight shows there on Thursday night (technically early Friday morning).
“He seemed sort of moved by it,” said First Ave talent booker Sonia Grover, who also revealed that it was pure luck that the club had so many open nights available to book Chappelle. She first got the call from his agent only two weekends ago. “Everybody thought we were holding those dates for the Replacements, but it was just a bad coincidence” they had so many open nights, Grover said with a laugh.
Outside of club staffers such as ex-manager Steve McClellan, Chappelle is the first non-musician with a star on the walls of First Ave. In the end, his eight-gig run marks some kind of record for the most First Ave main-room shows in one swoop. Atmosphere can claim the most consecutive nights and an equal number of shows from January 2005 – eight in both cases -- but those were all in 7th Street Entry. Doomtree did eight shows over seven nights for its Blowout VII run in 2011, three of which were in the main room. Anyway, they’re all stars in our book.
One other unusual facet to the Chappelle run: It was the first time in many years that the venue was set up in a seated, theater-like configuration. That, too, seemed to go over well, and Grover said they will definitely consider doing it again, including for concerts (think: acoustic shows like this week's appearance by Colin Meloy at the Woman's Club).
Of course, Chappelle isn’t done yet. His Minneapolis marathon continues with two shows tonight at Pantages Theatre, and Live Nation just announced the second of two shows there for Saturday night – noted in the press release as his “final” one.
Chappelle told WCCO-TV reporter Reg Chapman – a friend of the comedian’s, who scored an ultra-rare interview with him – that he picked First Ave largely on the basis of “Purple Rain” being filmed there. He said, “I was like 11 when ‘Purple Rain’ came out, so it has personally the same significance of playing Carnegie Hall or something.”
It sounds like Prince never made it to any of Chappelle’s gigs at the club, but the comedian suggested – seriously or not – that he plans to make it out to Paisley Park for a rematch in the shirts-vs.-blouses basketball game so famously recounted on “Chappelle's Show.”
Whether or not that happens, now comes word that the comedian will pay homage to the legendary sketch with a pick-up basketball game at Target Center after his last Pantages set on Saturday. No kidding.
Per a press release from Live Nation -- the promoter behind the Pantages shows -- the first thousand people with a proof-of-purchase for tickets to any of this week's 12 Chappelle performances will get into the game. Doors open at 11 p.m., and the game is expected to start around midnight. The release even promises that "pancakes will be served" (see: aforementioned skit).
No word on who's going to be in the game, though. Members of the Wolves were reportedly invited, but since they're playing the Celtics earlier that night their appearance might be iffy (at least the starters). But then again, Chappelle is the one who should really be tired.
***UPDATE: Chappelle has added yet another show, his 10th set this week, Saturday night at the Pantages Theatre. Click here for tickets. He also did 10 sets over a week in Denver two weeks ago.
It was somewhere around 1:30 a.m. when Dave Chappelle finally muttered, “I think I’ve officially run out of [expletive] to say.”
Of course, comedy’s most famous missing person didn’t actually use that as his cue to leave the stage at First Avenue -- not even after he had already spent four hours there on Monday night (counting the early show), and would be there for three more nights this week. Instead, he went all the way to just past the 2 a.m. cutoff, bantering with the crowd the rest of the time and using the club’s musical history for inspiration, all to great effect.
“If this comedy show was ‘Purple Rain,’” he cracked, “this part of the act would be the ‘Darling Nikki’ part. I’ll get off stage and the dude there will yell at me: ‘What the [bleep] was that?!’”
You could have fit two viewings of Prince’s legendary movie inside Chappelle’s late show Monday. He followed up his 90-minute-or-so 6:30 p.m. set -- which my colleague Rohan Preston reviewed for today’s paper -- with a second performance that clocked in just under three hours. And no, that’s not counting locally rooted opener Azhar Muhammad Usman’s own racially riotous set.
This was the comedy answer to the jam-band shows First Ave more commonly sees. Chappelle mentioned that he once performed nearly eight hours straight, a comedic record that Dane Cook conspicuously broke a week or two later. When someone shouted for him to take back the bragging rights, he dryly retorted, “Among the items on my list tonight, one of them is not competing with Dane Cook.”
I know what you’re probably thinking: “Wow, that must’ve been quite a mess. Chappelle is still sort of crazy, right?” Au contraire. The 40-year-old D.C. native was centered and on target for most of the performance, and seemed to be having a great time, too. Sure, there were some parts where the momentum stalled and he rambled for a bit. But those moments were just a blip compared to the other 2½ hours when the 500 or so attendees' guts were busting. It truly was a masterful showing from arguably the most revered comic of the past decade.
A sign of his genius, it was often hard to tell apart Chappelle’s pre-prepared montages – which he’ll presumably be trying out all week -- from the off-the-cuff comments he may never repeat. We would hate to be a spoiler for those of you who have tickets for one of the seven shows left in his run, including Friday’s newly added Pantages Theatre gig. Suffice it to say he has plenty of good lines about his debacle in Hartford, his now-legendary Comedy Central show and (a relatively new topic) his family.
It seems safe to recount some of the random exchanges he had with audience members. Foremost among them were a couple of Native American fellas near the front of the stage. “I’m very sorry about what happened to your property and all that,” he quipped to them, before he respectfully got riddled with questions throughout the show.
When one of them told them there’s a Native American rapper in the Twin Cities making a name for himself, Tall Paul, he responded, “Minneapolis be putting out the wildest rap records: Brother Ali, Tall Paul… .” Amazed by the latter’s story, he commented, “If he really can rap, I’ll sign him up for a million dollars. But he better be more than 5’7”, or I’m gonna be pissed. … And he better have better rhymes than just ‘Tall’ and ‘Paul.’”
Monday’s shows were something of an experiment for First Ave, too, which was converted into a 500-capacity theater with folding chairs across the dance floor and surrounding mezzanine area, plus barstools around the perimeter upstairs. The set-up actually worked well, and the vibe felt way more electric than it probably would have at one of the theaters around the corner. It made for many, many more “Purple Rain” and Prince jokes, too, which we’ll save for the rest of you. Enjoy.
By the way: First Ave issued some late-addition standing-room-only tickets for both of tonight’s sets, and will probably do the same for the rest of the shows.
Make that eight shows, so far.
Funnyman Dave Chappelle, who famously quit his Comedy Central show in 2005 and has been doing stand-up gigs ever since, will do at least eight performances next week at First Avenue in Minneapolis
Chappelle, who remains hugely popular, has been doing these "pop up" concerts across the country. He last performed in the Twin Cities in Aug. 2012, a show at the State Theatre that was similarly announced at the last minute and that quickly sold out. Capacity for the First Ave shows will be capped at around 500.
The "Chappelle's Show" star was heckled recently in Hartford, Conn., which inspired a colorful reaction from the 40-year-old comic.
At First Avenue, he plans to do shows at 6:30 p.m. and 10 p.m. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday -- the latter ones were announced after the first few sold out right away. Tickets for those, $55, are currently on sale.
Kate Nash, the 26-year-old, platinum-selling singer-songwriter from Great Britain, stopped at Minneapolis ad agency Carmichael Lynch in downtown Minneapolis for a three-song acoustic set on Wednesday. She and her band are due at First Avenue Wednesday night.
The agency gig included a song each from each of her three albums, including "Fri-end?" (from "Girl Talk") "Kiss that Grrrl" (from "My Best Friend is You") and "Foundations" (from "Made of Bricks").
Between songs, Nash talked about loving the songs of Harrry Nilsson as a girl growing up, and turning to music to escape a job at a fast-food restaurant. Asked about the inspiration for her song "Dickhead," she said she wrote it about being bullied by some mean girls as a teenager. Bush talked about her love of Quentin Tarantino movies (after "a terrible breakup" she watched his "Death Proof" over and over) and her work to raise awareness of a gender gap in the music industry, including time spent in schools encouraging teen girls to become songwriters.
Even Deerhunteristas prone to love everything that comes from Bradford Cox and his band (and given the prolific output of Cox, his side-project Atlas Sound and guitarist Lockett Pundt and his side project, Lotus Plaza, that’s a lot) seemed at a loss during sizable chunks of the group’s Sept. 9 show at the Fine Line in Minneapolis.
After a punky, almost Tragic Mulatto-ish opening set by Marnie Stern, Cox hit the stage in a Cramps T-shirt and a moppy black wig that looked like it might have been sported by Liz Taylor at the bitter end of a lost weekend.
The concert’s beginning, like parts of its middle and end, featured not songs from Deerhunter’s hot 2013 “Monomania” CD, not songs from the critical-darling “Halcyon Digest” (2010) and “Microcastle” (2008) CDs, but rather percussive tape loops and pain-inducing squalls of pulsating feedback.
In a decision that can’t have been made with the audience in mind, maybe 30 minutes of the 2-hour stage time was devoted to feedback. During these intervals, fans mostly stood stock still, unsure whether to head for the exits, stab themselves in the ear or remain in place for the moment when a chord or rim shot signalled an actual song.
Cox didn’t disappoint those who like their indie-rock demiurges to keep the show in showbiz. No thrift-store dresses for him on this hot night, but he did some crotch grabbing, shook a pair of maracas during the song “T.H.M.,” rolled around on the floor a good deal, drooled copiously, balanced his spindly 6’4” frame atop the bass drum, ripped his wig off, and jumped into the crowd to chase a rambunctious fan who grabbed his wig at another moment.
Deerhunter did reveal its sensitive-side artistry in the guitar-drums-songwriting departments. Cox was at his plaintive, vulnerable best on such older songs as “Agoraphobia” (“come for me, cover me, comfort me….”), where the tender lyric is washed and rinsed by three guitars, and the chug-ahead and tuneful “Nothing Ever Happened.”
Of the songs from “Monomania,” Deerhunter and Cox lit the fuse most convincingly on the title track and on “T.H.M,” with its sparkling arpeggio opening for lead guitar.
The “down South boogie” section of the evening had its moments, sounding like Allman Brothers on both speed and acid, but went on too long. Same goes for the ultra-repetitive final number, when I alternated between feeling sorry for myself and pitying the excellent drummer, Moses Archuleta, who appeared bound for the RSI clinic.
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