Went to see Devotchka, the Latin/Slavic/Polka/Punk band, and they kicked ass. (Sorry, Rob, I was too damn tired to stay for Slim Cessna's Auto Club. I am officially old.) You get a chance to see them, do. very cool. At one point or another, the band (five people, mind you) played guitar, banjo, accordion, fiddle, trumpet, tuba, clarinet, harmonica, saxophone, bass and drums. They all played at least two instruments. And who knew a tuba could rock out like that? And who knew you could make suicide sound so perky? (Yes, I JUST figured out what Danglin' Feet was about. Whaddaya want, I'm slow.)

The band reminded me a little of The Waterboys or the Pogues sometimes -- I don't know whether it's because the singer sounded a little like Mike Scott, or the fiddles just reminded me of those bands. And then they'd go off on a Slavic/gypsy rant, and it was something else altogether. Really fun. I wish they'd palyed longer, but I'm pretty damn tired so it's probably a good thing they didn't.

I used to do this, you know -- go out after work, stay up late, drink and carouse, and get up early the next morning without any problem. Tonight I had half a beer, a couple of club sodas, and was so tired I couldn't stay for the second band. Sigh. I'm a pretty sad case.