artist
Soul Asylum
recording
After The Flood: Live From The Grand Forks Prom, June 28, 1997

The lifecycle of the band Soul Asylum is a fascinating footnote in the annals of rock 'n' roll. Beginning as hipsters in a scene-heavy Minneapolis in the mid-'80s, they wiggled out from under the Replacements-Hüsker Dü cloud as melodic punk-rockers with a visceral live show and strong sense of whimsy — with plenty of critical acclaim and indie credibility to boot. When Nirvana’s Nevermind broke and signaled the end of the indie-rock movement of the '80s, Soul Asylum rode the alternative-rock wave and reached the big time on the strength of the folk-rock "Runaway Train." Subsequently, their fan base eroded. Never as weird as Jane's Addiction, or as heavy as Soundgarden, they were better than both of them. Their unabashed peppiness and desire to be real rock 'n' rollers — I still think that "Misery," their lead single from Let Your Dim Light Shine, seems a lot like Van Halen's "Jump" in spirit — puttered out by the end of the decade.


The recently released After the Flood: Live From the Grand Forks Prom, June 28, 1997 captures the band at the height of its commercial acclaim, and it's a fitting coda to the Soul Asylum story. The spring of 1997 found massive flooding throughout the upper Midwest on the Red River, and Grand Forks, North Dakota was particularly hard hit. On prom night, the city's promise stopped sandbagging, got all dolled up, and gathered in an airplane hangar to hear the biggest and best rock 'n' roll band of the Midwest provide some space and celebration at this most American of coming-of-age ceremonies.

And while it can only be expected that many of the dancers were thinking more about their dates and the liquor they drank in the back of Daddy's car than the guitar chords reverberating throughout the hangar, the band knew its place and filled it admirably. To get things started with a rowdy and anti-authoritarian air, they begin with a cover of Alice Cooper's "School's Out," and follow quickly with a series of their hits and almost-hits. The "frustrated, incorporated" chorus of "Misery" — isn't that exactly how senior year feels? — makes the crowd boil over, and the pummeling drums that close "Without a Trace" make the desperation of the lyrics palpable.

There are plenty of slow songs for slow dancing, though the ménage-à-trois of "We 3" might not be precisely the thing to bring adolescents together. And then plenty of radio-friendly jukebox hits, from Dionne Farris' "I Know" and their own smash "Runaway Train," to Smokey Robinson's "The Tracks of My Tears" for the teachers and chaperones. Even years later, it's easy to visualize what certainly were wide, goofy grins on the band's faces as the tuxedo-clad masses join in on "I Can See Clearly Now," or the soaring melodies of "Rhinestone Cowboy." Soul Asylum were called the "best live band in America" by numerous mags and zines in the early chapters of their career, and a band earns that title when they know their audience and deliver. On After the Flood, they're right back on it.

So the songs are great — even the only lukewarm originals seem charged here, and while I find myself still wincing at the occasionally daft lyric, that pales when compared to the awkwardness of that high school junior in the back, trying to get the nerve up to talk to the cheerleader under the disco ball. Maybe it's the desperation of a town that almost floated away in the spring rains. Maybe it's the absurdity of proms, airplane hangars, or my own high-school memories. Maybe it’s just a Midwestern thing, where ceremony and niceness are something to be valued. It's probably just a time-tested understanding of all these things, and a band not taking themselves any more seriously than they deserve. Whatever it is, just like a high-school yearbook, After the Flood brings back all kinds of great memories.