Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The National @ Daughters of the American Revolution Hall

I'll admit it, I was holding a grudge against The National for not just rewriting Mr. November 30 times. Their last couple albums had given me the ol' blue balls. Where was the catharis? All build and no payoff. Wouldn't even have gone to see them except a coworker really wanted to go and didn't have anyone else to go with. So I decided to give them one more shot before writing them off as tasteful background music for semi-cool yuppies. (Minus Alligator of course.)

Consider me converted. They are indeed true believers and Matt Beringer fucking screamed. I mean, he sang too, mostly in fact, in that ridiculously cool baritone of his. But when the band went nuts, he cut loose, and the crowd, much to my surprise, actually ate it up. These were screams that would put most hardcore dudes to shame, but they fit so flawlessly with the crescendoes of the band that they seemed absolutely necessary, but no less thrilling.

The tour is a little spendy, but if you can see them, do so. They put on a helluva show. God bless that Midwest work ethic.

mMMGravy

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Internet rumors say that the National laid down some tracks with Sufjan MY NEMESIS Stevens for an upcoming album Matt says will 'blow some minds.' I am ashamed to admit that I am on pins and goddamn needles.

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The Antlers opened. They have one good song. The sound guy fucked them over.

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Still hate you, Broken Social Scene.

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Walkmen, you've been reprieved.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Dear Falafel, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE???

When I was sure there was no (vegetarian) substitute for a turkey sandwich, this beautiful bastard came was introduced to me:



You can put all sorts of tasty shtuff in there! Endless possiblities! I've had four different ones this week!

(Oh uh yeah, about Thursday, I'm sorry baby... I swear it wasn't my fault. My buddy just wanted some Mexican. The fish tacos meant nothing. I was thinking of you the whole time.)

I should stop, I'm tearing up. I love you Falafel. Never leave me.

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the new girl in the lab is from China and right off the bat she told me I looked like the psychologist from Bones. Uh, they don't put people who look like me on TV, I said. But sure enough...

I AM SAM WEIR



That's the same dopey grin//Buddha eyes I have in every picture.

Friday, June 11, 2010

That's my Roommate

This was one of my two-year roommates



This is the other (in yellow)



Great dudes