6 posts tagged “neko case”
Ordinarily, the halfway point to next year's Karaoke to the Death would be big news. And, of course, it is big news. But as it happens, there's other, bigger, news on this particular Saturday. You see, Rushmore - little Rushmore - turns five years old today. (Five years. Wow. Where does the time go?) And as much as I love Karaoke to the Death, I think a five-year-old's birthday just might take precedence in this instance. Congratulations, Rushmore, and I hope you have a very happy birthday! You're even better than a chance to make fun of all my friends.
This kid sure does have a knack for the birthday landing on the right day, though. This year is the KttD equinox. Last year was the Neko show. That's some great timing.
This certainly isn't a list of the best CD's I own, and I wouldn't even call it a list of my favorite CD's. (Though there is some overlap here with that second category.) I've had this mental list going for several years now, but this is the first time I've written it down. Some discs are firmly ensconced and have been for years. One was added just this morning, when I realized I listed to it approximately seven hundred times or so in 2007 and still have yet to grow tired of it. So tough titties, Steve McQue- Lyle Lovett. Maybe if you'd omitted that stupid song about how great it is to be from Texas, you wouldn't have gotten bumped.
The Coast Is Never Clear Beulah
Workers Playtime Billy Bragg
Perfect From Now On Built to Spill
Fox Confessor Brings The Flood Neko Case
Ocean Songs Dirty Three
In The Aeroplane Over The Sea Neutral Milk Hotel
Too Far To Care Old 97's
Exile In Guyville Liz Phair
Badlands: A Tribute To Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska Various Artists
Strangers Almanac Whiskeytown
The Meadowlands The Wrens
I learned this morning that the lovely Neko is playing tomorrow night in Tucson. In case you'd forgotten - and I'm a total deadbeat, so you probably did - I'm going to be in Tucson tomorrow. I don't arrive until about 10:30 PM, though, so I'm gonna miss the opportunity to see my fellow ginger sing and hear her angelic voice. If I'd traveled with everybody else, I'd arrive around noon and would have no problems making the show. Instead I decided to work tomorrow and save the extra day off so I could spend Christmas with my family. Stupid holiday.... stupid obligations.... stupid conscience....
The moral, as always, is: Christmas ruins everything.
Well, that happened. Even the divine Neko couldn't save this train wreck. The mousy girl next to (by which I mean "between") us wearing the glasses and the frown was completely unaware of her surroundings, so any attempt at conversation for a while there was a bit like playing the telephone game. I think Emma said Daby opined that Neko looked like she was just coming off a bender. That seems about right. And she - Neko - was still the high point of the show. Disappointing. Needless to say, I won't still be thinking about this one a week later. Hell, I'm ready to start forgetting right now.
If you are - like I am - looking for a ginger who can actually, you know, bring the rock, I'd suggest Jenny Lewis.
It's been a week now since last Thursday's show at the 9:30 Club, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It's becoming problematic. According to my iTunes, I have 4,162 4,174 songs - over ten and a half days worth of music - at my disposal, yet I only want to hear the same three four (I just downloaded "The Virginian") records to which I've listened a dozen times each over the past six days. I'm not sure this particular teenage feeling is all it's cracked up to be. If I knew this was coming, I might have set out running. Or not. Yeah, actually probably not.
