Slighcarp and Grimshaw

We went to see Neko Case on Friday night in Tarrytown. Eric Bachmann opened for her. It was an excellent show and just reaffirmed my giant heart for Neko Case, the fact of which made Sarah feel less like a spazz. Which, admittedly, was a good reason for me not to have told her…

The theater was very old and looked like it was designed in sepia. They charged $7 for a can of Newcastle. I was nearly accosted by an elderly volunteer, but I suspect I could have taken him if it came down to it.

Neko’s singing partner was Kelly Hogan, whose voice is an excellent match what with both of them being booming voice kinda ladies. And between the two of them, the banter is pretty fantastically random, covering topics from urine-soaked Civil War buttons to the idea of Harry Nilsson as the “Master of Sadness,” arriving on a giant bong, complete with kickstand. Down time? Ha! No time for being down! Talk! Sing! Entertain!

I don’t see live music much anymore, but I’ll be damned if it still isn’t one of the better things in the world.