People, I just want to tell you that if you aren't listening to The Mountain Goats RIGHT THIS INSTANT, then you are nuts, because there's nothing better.
As for me, I was lucky enough to attend a Performance of Special Magnificence Thursday night at a Silverlake nightclub, along with espresso slingin' Michelle, Tara, who I hope took way better pictures than I did, and Mr. RCJohnso, who offered up some engineering help for the time when I record my reverent cover of The Island Garden Song. Watch for that, people, because maybe, one day, it will happen.
Now, I say that it was a Performance of Special Magnificence, and I mean that in the gooiest way possible, and without a single shred of ironic detachment: a truly gorgeous performance of the kind of excellent work that fills your heart up with something it needed, just like it always is whenever I've had the gigantic pleasure of seeing John Darnielle play guitar and sing his songs. I wish I could write about him with as much astute wit and charm as he does about all manner of other musical acts; but the thing is, I'm enjoying the way The Mountain Goats show just leaves me smiling so hard my cheeks ache, with nothing much to say except that it made me so happy, and like always, reminds me what glorious creatures human beings are. That's without even mentioning the special genuis of warmer-uppers Radiation4, from DIAMOND BAR, California, who ROCKED ASS. Nice work, all around.
MAN was I lucky to see that. I recommend that ALL OF YOU get on the bandwagon, here. You won't be sorry.