Dee Dee of Dum Dum Girls. Stylish, and they totally rock out to boot. No one said it better than John Wendland: “I think they have great taste in tights. No, I’m serious.”
Joy Formidable’s Ritzy Bryan. We returned from a lunch break to what was unfortunately their last song. However, I knew I was in love as I watcfhed Ritzy thrash around on the ground with guitar. Luckily, we caught them in St. Louis a month or so later for a full set. Want to change my name to Ritzy.
Le Sera (Katy Goodman, also of the Vivian Girls) unleashed sweet, sunny pop on the Waterloo crowd.
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart’s Kip Berman. I’d forgotten POBPAH were up next inside at Waterloo when I wandered in to load up on music. It was fate, as they were one of my favorite newly discovered bands.
The Vaccines at Stubb’s. Generic. Overrated. Disappointing. I don’t care if they played at the Spin party.
Japan Nite. After tolerating the Vaccines, we popped in to show solidarity post-Japan-disaster. I have no idea who this is, but the light show tells the story. At the risk of having a seizure, we left about 3 minutes in.
The Moondoggies. Their grunginess was further accentuated by the intense heat in the room. I think I liked the music, but there was too much dude sweat in the air for me to tell.
The sweet, sincere Josh Ritter at St. David’s Historic Sanctuary. Sublime.
Candy Golde, the new “super group” including Bun E Carlos (pictured), John Stirratt, and some guy who looks like Nathan Lane circa “The Bird Cage” wearing a pimp costume. Sigh.
The amazingly talented Bobby Long, who apparently, the little girls go crazy for. I let a pack of them, who said they’d seen him 6 times in 2 days, in front of me after taking a few photos.
Umm, you know who this is. After a cool, exhilirating pedi-cab ride across town, I ended the evening relaxing in the RIDICULOUS (in a good way) new ACL Theatre with Lucinda Williams.