House Show

So, last week or the week before we went to a house show here in Madison. David Bazan performed some of his slightly bizarre and always heartbreakingly gorgeous tunes with a minimum of talk between them. We drank some local beers and ate a gas-station Twix bar. It was pretty heavenly.

A videographer whose work I really like was at the show and posted one Bazan video--a cover of Dylan's "The Man in Me."

The house where the show was held was probably the nicest downtown condo I've been in. Curved walls, all kinds of maple woodwork, transom windows over the bedroom doors. Crazy nice. The crowd was subdued and polite. Here's what one attendee had to say about it, in fact:


Nothing very inaccurate here, even the dig at balding hipsters. For heaven's sake, I was there with two bearded, bespectacled psychiatrists. But I love the tweet that says, "I'm too high for this." Oh man, to be twenty again in the summertime, right?

The next night we saw one of our favorite performers ever at High Noon. Todd Snider played a solo show full of his trademark humor and Texas-songwriter grace, barefoot and wearing a hat, vest, and sloppy necktie. The guy is awesome. What I've noticed about him is that every time you talk to someone else who likes his music, they all talk about him by first name only. Like they know him. He hasn't had a beer with a single one of them, but all of them feel like he has. It's magic. (Thanks to ND for the download!)