The show was spectacular.
fucking spectacular at that.
It was held at 123 W. 43rd, NYC Town Hall. Theater seating, large crowds, dummy pipes. The opening act was a group of men who recreated a sci-fi short story, a throwback to old radio shows. It was great, a seemingly haunting and staccato-ed accordion to build suspense, a man with plungers and a narrator who was spot on.
Lights fall, and the The Magnetic Fields.
I can't remember the set list as it goes, but they played a lot off Distortion and 69 Love Songs.
It was terrifyingly emotional for me. I can honestly say I was moved, and that doesn't happen often (except for when Erin told me she bought the tickets while standing in front of a Polish liquor store, I was quite struck with her).
Now tonight, the agenda goes as this:
1. Write Battery Recharger review for their MySpace.
2. Continue to work on the mass of short stories accumulated on my desktop (once their finished I move them to My Documents) so it's fucking cluttered right now.
3. Check job posts.
I feel phenomenal right now.
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