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I'll be honest: yesterday's post was mostly filler.  I was marking time and padding the archives on the way to this post - post #504, for those keeping track at home - which was to be my review of the new Old 97's record Blame It On Gravity.  This confluence would have amused me.  (And only me, because I hadn't planned to mention it and I highly doubt even the other Old 97's fans among us would have registered the tenuous reference without some sort of cue.  Never let it be said I am not a huge nerd.)  But I find today there are more pressing matters.

The last few times Built to Spill has been through town, I've bailed on the shows.  I'm not proud of this.  I'm not especially sorry either, but still I am not proud.  That sort of behavior is mostly inexcusable regarding a beloved band.  However, I don't feel it's entirely unjustified.  One of the things I appreciate about Built to Spill in general and Doug Martsch in particular is their/his embrace of 1970's arena rock.  But it's one thing to name-check Neil Young; it's quite another to perform twenty minute covers of "Cortez the Killer."  Doug has become sort of an indie-rock guitar god - and rightly so - but I still don't care to stand through eons of wankery.

That said, there ain't nothing - and I mean nothing - that will keep me away from the 9:30 Club on September 23 of this year, when BtS is slated to perform in its entirety their masterpiece (and desert island record) Perfect From Now On.  I might even consider going to Baltimore to see them the following evening.  I mean, they're bringing the cellist with them on tour.  I haven't seen them perform with a cellist since they opened for Superchunk at the Black Cat back in '95.  And yes, I am fully aware that last sentence makes me sound at least thirty-aught-six years old.

And since I let the cat out of the bag, here's that tangentially relevant Old 97's song.

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