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How was my weekend, you ask? Splendid, thank you!

I did things like get my oil changed (it’s every nine months or 3000 miles, right? right?) and clean my apartment and turn my filing cabinet back into a filing cabinet instead of a piling cabinet. I got the same thing I always get at Taste of India, and checked out Life In Bed and Good Night, States at the Brillobox, as promised.

Life In Bed has had some lineup changes of late — the last time I saw them was last summer, and they were about to take on a new guitarist. Since then they’ve gotten a new bass player too, and they changes are pretty clear. It’s nice to see lineup changes actually change a band like that to an extent; it makes it obvious that there’s a certain amount of collaborative energy going on there.

Good Night, States sounded excellent, though they were rather tired from doing some recording. It was my first time seeing them live, finally. If I didn’t make it clear before, I like their album and think it’s worth checking out if you haven’t yet. There’s a certain complexity to the song structures that I didn’t even register that much upon my first several listens, but which makes it a fun record to listen to over and over.

The Slits are coming this Friday and I haven’t gotten a ticket yet. I bet they’re sold out, eh? Hrmmm.

If you’re lucky, I’ll soon be blogging about how much I hate electoral politics. Maybe.

So anyway — Baby Dee Saturday night was splendid. The crowd was a little weird — mostly stuffy people who didn’t laugh when it was appropriate. But whatever. Dee’s album is pretty great, and if she’s coming through your town in the future, check her out.

This weekend is Hair Police and Blues Control at Roboto Friday and Saturday nights, respectively . . . just blogged on that over at FFW>>. In between time, I’m going back to Torley tonight to re-learn how to make the vegetarian meatball substitute known inappropriately as pirate balls.

From La Blogotheque:

A waitress says, “No, I went to college in Ohio. I graduated last spring. And this is what I’m doing with my life!” just as the synths join in on the opening guitar riff of Glory Days over the Muzak.

It’s the little things.

What do you do? Do you delve into bleak? Do you listen to The Coast is Never Clear by Beulah and think of summer days? Go for some Frida Hyvonen and be glad that at least in Pittsburgh we see the sun for a few hours a day in the winter? When you pair a portion of your day with music, do you go for contrast or similarity to bring out nuance?

Or do you just say, “It’s too early for this”, and put on the band that you’ve been listening to for a few weeks now and just keep on pretending that the world is soundtracked by a Swedish band who’ve never listened to anything but The Cure?

• Over at the other blog (clicky on that spot to the right that says “FFW>>”), I just posted about Nicole Reynolds; I might’ve mentioned her briefly before in this space, but she’s worth mentioning again because she’s really good and has a show tomorrow night and apparently works on a sheep farm in New Bethlehem of all things! I suppose that’s the next best thing to Llama Llove.
• Sasha Frere-Jones is speaking at CMU on Friday — it happens at 6PM, McConomy Auditorium. I will likely show. We’re supposed to bring ideas for a lively Q&A. I will ask him all about what it is like to have a brother who creates typefaces.
• I’ve noticed lately a dearth of Jack Horkheimer on WQED. What gives? I am mining my inside source in hopes of finding an answer. If you have any clues in the meantime, do send them along. I’d like to get to the bottom of this ASAP. I mean, we have a lunar eclipse to deal with here and I haven’t seen Jack in months! I don’t know what to do with myself!