Congratulations! Your ill-conceived and comically dangerous experiments have succeeded -- you've traveled back in time 19 days. And with only minor damage to the very fabric of reality! Well done.
Tonight, Christian and I went to see The New Pornographers at First Avenue. It was the full eight-piece lineup (supplemented by a multi-instrumentalist dude with the wickedest cello-face I've ever seen. He's like the Jonny Lang of classical string instruments).
I saw them open (as a six-piece) for Belle & Sebastian in 2006 and wasn't especially impressed as they chugged, all business, through songs off of Twin Cinema. This time around I was struck by the band's professionalism and attention to detail. With the exception of Dan, who only occasionally emerged from backstage just long enough to give an animated mutter through one of his tunes and down a beer, the group displayed both a workmanlike "we keep our heads down and plow through" approach to performing and a new (to me, at least) flair for the dramatic. They delivered the most minor instrumental details from their two more recent albums and even managed roll out a intensity/emotionally-textured setlist. Here are some pictures of them doing that.
After the show, we played some midnight tennis and went to the traditional place for a very early breakfast.
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