Conrad Sverkerson is the fucking man. He’s the stage manager of First Avenue and has been for a long time. He used to have dreads down past his shoulders. He may be working towards that again. That is “Conrad’s Door” the door where the bands load in and out and first come into the club.
He is also a Northeast MPLS icon. In and out of Dusty’s and the like.
The wonderful Minneapolis poet Dobby Gibson has discovered a mysterious silver star on First Avenue’s legendarily star-spangled facade, and posted a photo of it on his Facebook. Conrad! Who is/are he/they?
YOUR ASSIGNMENT:
- Tell me who Conrad is. Wikipedia doesn’t know. There’s all sorts of things I don’t know about Minneapolis, though, despite stomping around all the time and loudly pretending that there isn’t. So there must be a story behind Conrad’s place on the wall. Like the editor says at the beginning of Citizen Kane: it’s probably a very simple thing.
- Write a story in the comments about the time Conrad played First Ave. The writer of the best story will receive a CONRAD T-shirt in the mail. Seriously, I will draw the word “CONRAD” on a t-shirt with permanent marker and mail it to you. You can’t buy that kind of credibility.
Get busy writing! Deadline is whenever everyone loses interest.
