This weekend was one for the books. I’ll jump right into it. Friday was the highly anticipated Cursive show at Off Broadway in St. Louis. I expected good music. I had no idea it would be quite as extraordinary as it was. Tim Kasher is magnificent, just magnificent. The entire band put on a killer show, seamlessly plugging multiple story lines together. It felt like a brand new concept album. I was on cloud nine. This was another solo show for me; I do that when I don’t know anyone else who is equally stoked to see a show. I’d rather just go alone and get lost in a crowd. Makes for a much more intimate experience. I was pleasantly surprised that Cursive played 5 songs from The Ugly Organ, and by “surprised,” I’m referring to moments before the show when a photo of the set list was leaked on Twitter. Kinda weird, dudes! But at least I knew to stick around through the encore.
Let me also point out that one of the opening bands, Cymbals Eat Guitars, was so freaking good (even though their website isn’t). They’re a sick mix of my favorite 90′s indie acts, like Pavement, Built to Spill, and Sonic Youth. I recommend them for sure.
Saturday was typical until the 20th hour. My friend Ashley called me to hang out and suggested that we crash a wedding. I agreed, reluctantly at first, since I was wearing skinny jeans, checkered slip on vans, and a black hooded sweatshirt featuring my alma mater. Yikes bikes. But alas, an open bar is an open bar so we crashed that wedding reception like it was nobody’s business. felt kinda guilty when the mother of the bride and I made eye contact: she, looking glamorous in a vintage eggplant gown; I, sipping my second gin and tonic. Oh well. After a bite of cake and the most awkward Cupid Shuffle I could possibly perform, the reception ended and we darted out the doors, to a sweet patio bar a block away. Played some darts with a botanist, I think, Ashley’s roommate. We were both wearing Vans and thus declared the evening Vans-tastic. We huddled around the fire pit (cold night for April) and chatted as a group. It was sweet.
“Maybe I’m like the sun and you’re the moon; nah, you’re like the sun and I’m the moon.”
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