You know, every time someone reads The Morning After a non-denominational celestial entity gets its wings.
So… go ahead and do that, we guess.
Fat History Month @ Precinct: Here at the Dig, in these Morning After write-ups, we strive for perfection (much like Orson Welles and Japanese alco-brewers). And if we don’t reach perfection… well, we just sort of settle for something really really really completely totally less than perfect. Usually a sex-joke and an embedded MySpace player. But for this dissonant rock-out at Precinct, we may have actually hit that high mark drunk Citizen Kane we set.
Behold, pics and vids (courtesy of Mick Murray) from this very show! It’s like you’re really there almost!
Toss on those 3D glasses we totally sent you and squint real hard! Boom. How’s that illusion of depth treating you?
Oh Land (@OHLANDmusic) @ Brighton Music Hall: Damn. Maybe we set the bar a little too high with that last entry. Y’all are going to have to settle for the usual brief appraisal (“Oh Land is a Danish singer-songwriter made of experimental music and sparkles”), quick lame joke (“more like *z-snap* Oh No You Didn’t… Land”) and polished music video that you can’t really pretend you were there for.
Unless you want to pretend that you’re, like, the person who shot it or something. That’s not weird. (That’s so weird.)
The Wandas (@theWANDAS) @ Church: Okay. One more. We can do this. *Obvious nervous cough* *Ten-minutes of throat clearing* Uh, The Wandas were… at this place last night playing… music of the rockin’ variety… and… it was… Oh! Look over there! Another set of Mick Murray photos!
Feel free to look exclusively at these while we
flee in an gyrocoptercalmly gather our thoughts.
