They'll be playing at the Paradise on Saturday, March 26th... Tickets go on sale midday tomorrow.
If you don't know DeVotchKa, you should check them out. Folksy, gypsy, rockish, fun. I discovered them when they opened up for Gogol Bordello last spring, when they blew my mind during their live set (this, incidentally, is something ridiculously rare for opening bands to do).
When I saw them, they had two lovely lady aerialists doing amazing things on velvet ropes, high above the stage.
*I still have no love for Manhattan (it's the sensory overload, rilly), but Brooklyn is a bit less overwhelming, imo. Seeing O'Death was oodles of fun. If you're local, and you like Gothic Americana/alt country stuff, you should come see them at Great Scott in Allston on April 16th. I promise there will be fiddles.
*I managed to cajole a certain tipsy gentleman into to dancing with me to Hank Williams Sr. during intermission, which I found hilarious and awesome and heartwarming (/mush).
*Taking Amtrak to NYC, though more expensive than the bus, is so much nicer it's insane. You can get up and walk around and hang out in the café car (and drink wine!) while you watch the world go by. I forget that I like long-distance trains.
*The NYC subway system is annoying and complicated. Not unmanageable, but still. Jebus.
This weekend promises dice, snacks, beer and masks. Oh, and I may have mentioned this before, but I feel obligated to mention it again... Winter can suck it.
I find it funny that I'm spending an inordinate amount of time with my personal journals, and almost none with my public one.
The short:
-Sick, finally feeling a teensy bit better. -No NYE plans at all; and even invitations would be ignored due to recovery from the sick. -Have decided to stop buying CDs into the indefinite future, and keep it digital/vinyl if possible... Finally have a working turntable after several years without one, so I can actually *listen* to my vinyl again, yey! Yes, I know it's a largely defunct medium. I'm one of those people that has sentimental attachments to it; I have records that I bought new in places like Strawberries when that was a common thing. Shaddap.
Related: Anyone have a recommendation for a vinyl brush/cleaning system? I have a bunch of used vinyl that could be actually thoroughly cleaned, and my newer vinyl tends to annoyingly suck up cat fur like a magnet as soon as I pop a platter onto the turntable, regardless of how careful I am. Damn you, static! *angry eyebrows*
Just stumbled on one of the weirdest conspiracy theories ever:
There is apparently a contingent of people who swear that Paul McCartney of the Beatles actually died in the '60s and was replaced by a "lookalike/soundalike."
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