So I was sitting around updating my Hate List. Local music, crowds, heat, humidity, and downtown Cincinnati were all ranked fairly high. Despite this fact, I went down to check out a local band called the Minor Leagues at the always-crowded Taste of Cincinnati on a very hot and humid day. Logically speaking, it didn’t make much sense for me, but sometimes it’s just a good idea to forget about all the things I hate, get out of the house, and go hear a free rock show. Sometimes that’s the best thing to do.
Okay, let’s go back a few months. Beth and I were shopping at Shake It Records and I found a copy of This Story Is Old, I Know, But It Goes On. Sure, that’s a really annoying name for an album, but it had amazing cover art and we bought the CD. I never did get around to listening to it before Beth took it across the country with her. We’d assumed that it would be easier for me to find a second copy since the band is local. We assumed incorrectly. I never did find my own copy and had to limit myself to the four free songs on the Minor Leagues’ website. They were all at least as good as the This Story Is Old cover art.
So I went on downtown. I walked past all the stands selling brats, metts, and $5 beers. I got myself a chair over on the side of the stage and proceeded to get all my grumpiness popped right the hell out of me. It took the Minor Leagues about half a song to get me smiling and toe tapping. I proceeded to dance in my chair for the entirety of the 10 song, 44 minute set. Oh, I’m so glad I went.
Hey, this is the paragraph where I make lazy comparisons between the Minor Leagues and other bands you might’ve heard of. This is the part where you get tricked into buying albums by the Minor Leagues if you like Zumpano or Beulah or Woodpigeon or the New Pornographers (before they started mailing it in). The New Pornographers are probably the #1 reference point. Not only does Ben Walpole sound a lot like Carl Newman, but Hilly Kenkel’s vocals give the Minor Leagues a bit of that male/female vocal-thing the New Pornos do so well. Hilly Kenkel doesn’t quite have Neko’s pipes, but Hilly is definitely a much better dancer.
And I just have to love a band that dedicates a song to Delino DeShields.
I’m glad I disregarded my Hate List and went down to the Taste of Cincinnati. I didn’t buy any food or drinks while I was down there, but I did manage to score four Minor Leagues CDs for the absurdly low total price of $15. My calculator says that’s $3.75 per disc. You can’t beat that.
So here’s the setlist. I’m missing the proper titles of a couple songs, but I’m hoping to find them as I listen to my new purchases.
Setlist: “best to you and yours”/The Pestilence Is Coming/Sister/Until Then/Travel Agent/Elsewhere/A Chance Encounter (In Cincinnati Tonight)/Good Boys/French Canadia/Nothing’s Shocking
Here’s a brief video I took of the band performing “Good Boys”. Notice how Hilly’s shoes match Ben’s tie. I love that attention-to-detail.
And here are a few pictures I took while I was down there. It’s just my typical concert-related stuff.