Well, at the Big Easy you just pay a cover rather than tickets- at least that's the usual deal. It's not a Big Venue- more a normal (if you're in Maine) sized bar with a little stage. I've been for a few groups, all local.
I wasn't sure it was still that way, especially for a more national act. I know that's how it was at the old location (hell, most of the time there wasn't even a cover), but I haven't been there since they moved.
I just realized that Portland is almost as close as Northampton, and it's a Friday night.... Hmmmm....
OK- as a primer, I download one song from iTunes- which do I get?
Cue game show pressure inducing music.
"July, July!"
I love it so much.
and we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
though the specifics might be vague
and i'll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta
when in fact it was a nappy blueish grey
The one I've played most on the radio is "Billy Liar"
July, July!"
I love it so much.
Awwww! I can't remember if P-C was still dead to me from Movies, but if so, he is very certainly no longer. "July, July!" is right up there with "My Name Is Leslie Ann Levine" but has the advantage of being danceable, if you are a geek prone to dancing to folky stuff, which I fortunately (or sadly) am. "July, July!" is on the top of the playlist for my as-yet purely theoretical Geeky Folk Girl Dance Mix (The Divine Comedy's "Gin-Soaked Boy" is Number 2).
Geeky Folk Girl Dance Mix
Mwah! JZ, you sound like a girl after my own heart. I think I'd like this. Well, two out of three advise: July, July wins.
"July, July!" is right up there with "My Name Is Leslie Ann Levine" but has the advantage of being danceable, if you are a geek prone to dancing to folky stuff, which I fortunately (or sadly) am.
Oh, I totally dance to it. I put it on The Funnest Mix CD Ever! mix for a friend of mine. Man, I hear it in my head right now and want to dance to it. And then this one time I actually listened to the second stanza of the first verse and discovered there was a guy holding his own intestines.
And then this one time I actually listened to the second stanza of the first verse and discovered there was a guy holding his own intestines
Now, see, I'm listening to it for the very first time right now? Still caught that bit.
But GOOD. Very good.
But GOOD. Very good.
I know. It's like he took the perfect assortment of words and they fit snugly into this upbeat melody. "Crooked French-Canadian." "Sprightly light magenta." Where else do you hear these phrases?!