For the first time in waaaay too long, I ventured out of my cave during daylight hours. The sun glared at me and I glared back. Then we made peace and I headed over to the East River Music Project
’s first show of the season. If it’s a nice day, going to see some bands play for free at an outdoor amphitheater on the banks of the East River
is the best thing in the world. And it was a nice day. So I didn’t care that the Evens
were kinda blah, with Ian MacKaye raging against The Man while wearing cargo shorts and playing these dinky songs with no melody. Amy Farina was adorable with her bare feet and ponytail on the top of her head. They tried to get everybody to sing a song about how the police are bad but I didn’t sing it because I’m a scaredy cat and I don’t want the police to hate me.
Parts and Labor, though—oh man. U2 as a noise band! Every song aims for the hilltops—and scores! Poisson, hook me up with that new shit.