The wife and I shall be in Portland from approximately December 14th through the 20th.
Filler Random Thoughts
We saw the New Pornographers the other night. Someone needs to fire the garage rock band of schlubs that obfuscates all their songs and the backup chick whose mic was up higher than Neko goddamn Case's. Dan Bejar didn't disappoint, in that he's as big a dick as I always imagined.
Also off-putting was Sam Beam, who just 'took requests' the whole show, i.e. ignored mothers yelling out for "Woman King" and sad ladies shouting for "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" and just played sorta shitty acoustic versions of his new songs, and a few old ones. Dude has fallen in love with his own voice, and there is some Narcissus falling into the pond thing going on.
Not disappointing was Charli XCX who put on a fucking barn-burner in an old warehouse for a few hundred STL lucky goofs. She is cool as it gets and her band of young women was tight as hell.
Califone was also incredible, replicating their perfect album sound and yeah, played The Orchids and Funeral Singers. Glorious.
Homeland is Glee for people who read The Atlantic Monthly. It has been bad and painful for so long I'm considering Boardwalking it. (New phrase I'm developing for 'throwing in the towel,' since boxing is passé.)
Pat has made a rousing comeback in our fantasy football league and is now my pick to win it all. I feel some soul-hurt, not gonna lie.
I miss you guys, hope to see your faces soon. Except Pat, who will be gloating.
Favorite phrase ever, full stop. I think I'm going to open an adult bookstore that only features nude oil paintings from the Enlightenment era.