Mostly Semantics

Well, CV and Vermonstrous and I, we grab some Nam Viet for dinner. And just as happened like eight months ago, when it’s the three of us we can’t get fucking served. We waited and waited and waited. The thing is, I think we’ve all been in the interim and had no problems - it’s just the combination of the three of us, they refuse to serve us. Awesome. Dinner took like an hour, and jesus fucking christ, we ordered a single order of spring rolls and pho, pho, pho. It’s soup, people. Spoon it out and bring it to us. Sheesh.
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Also, tonight, I got to see Bishop Allen for, I think, the fourth time? They played for 45 minutes, plus a two-song encore, so, not nearly long enough, but… man, still so satisfying. We were right up at the front, like, second row of people. They were just as tight and fun as ever, I hardly even know what else to say. It was a little weird having just watched Justin Rice’s movie, I guess. A little. But mostly they were just excellent. Ever just have a band like that that really hits your sweet spot, but they’re still relatively small-scale and they’re either local or from nearby and so they play every few months and you always go see them and you listen to them in the interim whenever you feel down or you just are sick of listening to new music and want something you know will sound good? In high school that band, for me, was The Gadjits, but now it’s Bishop Allen. Never change, Bishop Allen, never change.

So, a quick gmail search indicates that I finally listened to Los Campesinos! (punctuation theirs) on about April 24th. I was basically immediately in love and when I realized they’d be in town tonight, I was gonna go, regardless of the facts that 1) there are shows the next two nights as well and 2) apparently, nobody else cares about them. Well, I went into today thinking that was the case, thankfully Caseus’s/Tweaks’s new roommate is the shit and decided to come with, bringing along her northlander friend.

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Well, what Tweaksy wants, Tweaksy gets, it would seem. Not that there was a chance in hell I was going to neglect writing up one of the most surreal concertgoing experiences of my life, but it’s nice to know we’re her go-to review, especially considering how unprofessional my reviews tend to be. The short story: last night we saw Radiohead at Nissan Pavilion in, I’m pretty sure, Burma.

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*clears throat*

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New Harris Teeter in Adams Morgan
I fucking can’t believe how sweet you are
I’ll never step through Giant’s door again
For Harris Teeter makes Giant it’s whoo-er (whore.)
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