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I'm sitting here in the basement of my mum and jay's house sweating my proverbial balls off trying to get a little cool.. I just returned from a solidly good concert by The Long Winters at the doug fir. The uber hipster hang out was no match for the quick wit of lead singer (John Roderick). Helpful to note: John is a tallish, messy blond haired man, with BIG glasses and a largish chin. He in no way resembles Jim Morrison, nor pretends too. In fact, there's no way a blind person would mistake John Roderick and yet, oh yes.. I did.. This wouldn't matter so much if I were an anonymous crowd swimming concert-goer, but at intimate spots such as the doug fir you're close to the artist, and their close to you. After Alex retrieved his new copy of their latest CD from the purchasing booth, I retreated up there to do the same. Feeling confident, I made chit chat and comment on the beauty of the new album (mistake number one, as it was illegally downloaded months before the US release, which actually hasn't even happened yet!) I shrug this off. Alex told me John Roderick was up in the booth selling CDs. I had a lapse in memory--having never seen him, I thought perhaps he resembled not the unmistakeably arian man behind the counter, but the scraggily brown haired Morrison-esque man leaning to its side.. "So," I said confidently "Are you the lead singer of the long winters?" He laughs, looks down, looks back at the man in the booth, no no.. The blond guy tells me he's a drummer, they smile and share a few sideways glances, I feel a little foolish, and leave.
Alex, upon recounting the story, tells me what an ass I made out of myself. True to my awkward form I proceed to dwell on it for the remaining hour before the Long Winters go on to play. C'est la vie.
The concert was lovely. They played all my favorite songs from the new album, and g'damn if it ain't the best dern CD I've heard in a WHILE. I soaked it up, and am even listening to it now: "the ground is so proud just to hold us up/we're a kiss away from being dangerous". MMm so good! I'm exhausted now. My legs hurt from standing for a few hours, and my body is swaying under the pressure of this heat.. must sleep, must shake off the three beers..must wake before noon.
night
Alex, upon recounting the story, tells me what an ass I made out of myself. True to my awkward form I proceed to dwell on it for the remaining hour before the Long Winters go on to play. C'est la vie.
The concert was lovely. They played all my favorite songs from the new album, and g'damn if it ain't the best dern CD I've heard in a WHILE. I soaked it up, and am even listening to it now: "the ground is so proud just to hold us up/we're a kiss away from being dangerous". MMm so good! I'm exhausted now. My legs hurt from standing for a few hours, and my body is swaying under the pressure of this heat.. must sleep, must shake off the three beers..must wake before noon.
night