Oh. OK, in my defense, I’m just getting back from a 4-day weekend, so it’s Monday to me. Spoon is helping, though. Mrs. YHT and I spent some time in Alexandria over the long weekend, and we got our first taste of the Old Town night life since her parents moved there last year. Our first stop was a nearly empty steak restaurant that was playing what may have been a Fall Out Boy Pandora station. They definitely played Staind. It was exceedingly bizarre. The second spot was better — a noisy upstairs bar with a cover band that was playing Spoon’s “Don’t You Evah” when we walked in and the Toadies’ “Possum Kingdom” when we walked out. Works for me.
[Editor’s note: As you’ll see in the comments below, the awesome proprietor of AnEarful just clued me into the fact that “Don’t You Evah” is actually a cover! It was written by a band called The Natural History and the original version is dynamite as well. Listen to it here.]
Spoon — “Don’t You Evah” [Spotify/iTunes]
More Anat Cohen! This time her Claroscuro album, which my mom sent me after hearing about Cohen on NPR. (I’d guess this was this story she heard.) My mom does this from time to time — she’ll hear about something on the radio and a few days later, without a word, a CD will be waiting on my doorstep. How cool is that?
Took this iPhone photo while Moses Sumney was opening for Sufjan Stevens at the Altria last Wednesday. It is and is not representative of what that experience was like.
This soundtrack, y’all. So much nostalgia. While there are songs I’m tempted to skip over (hard to abide by a lyric like “Like a fully clothed ho at the peep show”), there are some serious classics: “Dammit,” “It’s Tricky,” “Flashlight,” “Paradise City,” Missy, Busta… This movie hit at just the right time — the summer before I started high school — so the plot and characters seemed serious, way less cartoonish than they do now. I can’t tell you how influential the whole “Nice guys don’t always finish last” message was, both for good and ill. The plot line I should have been paying attention to was Seth Green’s — learning to be true to myself would have prevented some equally horrible fashion choices.
This has been one of the best live music weeks of my life. Sunday: Old Crow Medicine Show with Sturgill Simpson. Wednesday: Sufjan Stevens with Moses Sumney. Tonight: Jason Isbell with Horsehead. I feel a little like a dog whose owner opened up a brand new bag of food and dumped the whole thing on the floor. If one good thing about music is when it hits, you feel no pain, I’d say a second good thing is that when you gorge yourself on music, you don’t risk yakking it all back up. (Unless you count blogging about it, in which case I have a serious case of reflux.)