Le Poisson Rouge is hosting They Might Be Giants for a residency for the next few months. Every last Saturday of the month until January.
Last night opened with a cacaphony of French, sweetly whispered over violin and banjo ukelele in the form of Les Chauds Lapins. Brilliant layered French pop from a lazy day next to a river or something. I just started to like crêpes, so the music was even better.
Someone once bought me an accordian, and for a long time between classes I would practice in our apartment along with the Amélie soundtrack. I only learned two songs ("Soir de fête" and "Sur le fil"), but I don't consider myself well versed in the ways of the accordion. I wish I had it here, because there are many times I'd like to squeeze a lonely E minor out.
Right now I'm listening to and Art Garfunkle recording an epilogue of his time with Simon and Garfunkle. It's sort of a joke- Art in the recording booth referring as himself to his full name, Arthur Ira Garfunkel, and giving a very grave a dire diatribe about their splitting up. Halfway through he keeps getting interrupted by Paul Simon in on the board, telling him that he's not serious enough, that he has to be more dark for people to truly believe that they're no longer. He just keeps painting this bleak world where "Some people follow their God's, some people can't handle the split" with Paul Simon cracking up on the other end.
Being in a band is like dating three or four other people all at the same time. I feel like I dated Camella and Jacob for way too long, way long after the relationship was gone. Through the last three months of the band, we were seriously going through the motions. The last tour- the Midwest tour- lines were already drawn. Camella was going to move to Portland and start playing with Tex Winters and Brian, Jacob, Cam and I had something in the works for a while that eventually became Heartrapers.
All I can really remember about it is lugging a heavy Ampeg bass amp to the roof of the Fox and Hound with Jacob pushing and Camella carrying her snare up the metal fire escape(yeah, the BACK ENTRANCE) and explaining to her that we both wanted to quit.
Funny, that was probably the best we played during that whole tour, probably because Shea (old guitarist from the first tour) filled in for Brian (who ended up refusing to play anymore shows, anyway).
That night Shea and I drove back to Denton, a Morrissey poster for Jane and free of any responsibility to The Pebble That Saved The World.
After being on a week and half long tour of non-stop driving, I went watched Little Miss Sunshine, which, is a movie about being on a roadtrip.
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