It's hard to know whether to cry or cheer for the Plastic Constellations, who are celebrating the release of their fourth album Saturday by officially going on hiatus.
On the downside, the boys of TPC -- they'll forever seem like boys, having been together since freshman year at Hopkins High and still only in their late 20s -- are more or less caving in to the fiscal and logistical realities of living the rock 'n' roll dream circa 2008.
They made a good go of it in 2006, when their third album "Crusades" came out on New York's sizable indie label French Kiss Records, and they spent four or five months touring. They had a blast, but little to show for their efforts. And that was well before gas was $3.25 a gallon.
"I probably had the greatest year of my life in 2006," said Jeff Allen, one of TPC's two singer/guitarists. "But it's really tough for bands out there now, and it's harder when you have loved ones at home you have to leave, like we do now."
And that's where the upside comes into play. Thanks to their teenaged uprising, the four Plastic Constellations are calling an end to their nearly 13-year run at a young enough age to try their luck elsewhere. They can go to school for an MBA and start a family, both of which Allen plans to do (his wife is expecting a son in July). They can settle down with a wife and a steady mechanic job, as bassist Jordan Roske has in store. They can try to make it in the art world as a painter, as drummer Matt Scharenbroich will do.
And if they really insist on sticking with rock 'n' roll, they can make beats for a burgeoning Twin Cities hip-hop crew.
"I'm the one who's still clinging to the dream," joked Aaron Mader, the band's other singer/guitarist, who works with the Doomtree clan under his producing alias Lazerbeak.
Mader said the guys made the final call to call it a day over pitchers of beer on the patio at Gabby's (go figure!) last year when they were getting ready to make their new record. They mostly all agreed they didn't want to tour after the album came out, and they didn't want to fade into a life of mid-slot gigs at a local bar every other week.