I’m pretty sure I inspired this website. My friends find it funny that I seldom, if ever, hear the lyrics to most songs. I don’t think I was always this way, since I definitely had a bustle in my hedgerow, and wasn’t at all alarmed.
Last night was no different. The Primary Wife turned 26 last night, and to celebrate, we went to see these guys.
Wow. haven’t had that much fun since I saw dada live in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Unbelievable guitar work. I believe Rolling Stone’s review said “brilliance on nylon strings” or something close. When i went to pee, the guy at the urinal next to me remarked “you know, you hear some guys play, it makes you want to go home and practice, these guys make me want to go home and sell my gear.” Turns out, he works for Gibson. Seriously, if you wield an axe for a living or just for fun, catch these guys if can. They are headed to Louisville today, in case anyone wants to see them this weekend.
BTW, I mentioned the whole misheard lyrics thing because I didn’t understand a word they sang. Their front man was energetic as hell, and belted out what I’m sure were compelling yet poignant songs about brotherhood, love, the spirit of the Southwest, and Barack Obama, but he could have just been reading a french toast recipe for all I understood. Didn’t matter. I danced every song and screamed myself hoarse.
Man, its a long drive home from The Mercy Lounge, though.