from dysfunction to this function;
Here’s a sad little anecdote: there’s something about watching a band in King Tut’s that makes me miss Jesse Malin. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen him live now, although given I got to seven gigs the year before you could say I’m a little spoiled. I’ve seen so many really brilliant Malin shows in Tut’s though that I can’t help be a little nostalgic, especially on a night like Tuesday when I was surrounded by the sort of people who were clearly out for their one gig a year. There was a lot of earnest nodding in the room, let’s put it that way.
(Thea review is up here now incidentally.)
Here’s hoping that next year’s hugely anticipated third album (well in our house at least) brings with it a Scottish tourdate.
Saying that though the last time I saw Jesse Malin the show was a bit of a bust, full of arseholes that clearly discovered him supporting Counting Crows and who bellowed along to all the prettiest songs. I remember remarking at the time that I’d never see him live again. That was, never fear, a lie.
So, how about you? Who do you really fancy seeing live right now? Who’s the band or artist you’ve seen most often live? Who’s still on your must-see-before-I-die list?
I should be getting the first .pdf of the new magazine by the time I post this; everything is sorta falling into place now plus the boss actually liked the cover picture for the first time ever, which has saved me about a week’s worth of stress. Of course I have to be nice about it now that James has discovered this blog (in fairness, it wasn’t too difficult).
Stuff: Mike’s post on ‘regarding’ at the end of work emails made me giggle today. ‘Kind Regards’ seems to be the convention in this office and it was something I adopted within a couple of days of working here. It’s particularly fun to drop it in at the end of a snarky message.
I love this Plague Songs compilation, featuring Stephin Merritt and Imogen Heap amongst others (like Rufus Wainwright, ew). You’ll find a different song streaming every couple of days on the calendar.
As for these? Well, scary isn’t even the word. Any “so Elvis really is your dad” jokes and you’re all getting banned, by the way.