pop culture, reviewed

For me, it’s a tie — (1)  The Ritter at the 9:30 Club in October.  I can already see him laughing while he sings “To the Dogs or Whoever” and it tickles me just imagining it… it will be even more delightful when it actually happens.

(2) The Frames at Webster Hall in New York in September.  Y’all, I really tried to resist this Frames show, because it is Monday, September 10, and I am already going to be in NY from Sept. 5-8*. Not through the 11th.  The 8th.  And sweet Jacob isn’t going to be with me on that trip, so I really shouldn’t stay through the whole weekend.  So, when Molly told me she already had two tickets, I was really responsible and said, “Oh, I can’t.  Too bad they aren’t playing two or three days earlier.  I really need to go home on the 8th like I planned.”

Then I had recurring dreams of being at Glen Hansard shows, probably because I cannot stop listening to Set List** (and also probably because I have vivid dreams almost every night and they often involve celebrities***), and so I  got sweet Jake’s blessing and emailed Molly back and said, “I’m going to go home on Saturday like I said, but then I’m coming back on Monday because I cannot resist, okay? Okay!”

Now, I’m going to predict Jake’s most-anticipated show of the fall.  I haven’t consulted with him, but I am confident that nothing excites him as much as the November Hold Steady show for which we already have tickets.  He is pumped.  He is so pumped that his email this morning to let me know he had ordered our tickets involved capital letters and multiple exclamation points.  He can correct me if I’m wrong, but I know I’m not.  He’s more excited about seeing The Hold Steady than he is about seeing his #2 celebrity girlfriend**** Jenny Lewis when we go see Rilo Kiley in September, and that is saying a lot. 

 *For two nights of fun old-friend-seeing and Broadway-watching and an extra night of Molly-visiting.

**The greatest live album I have discovered since Neil Finn’s Seven Worlds Collide.

***You know what?  Maybe I should start a new blog about my crazy dreams, because they are never dirty and honestly, the one about how I was at a film festival in Dubai with Lindsay Lohan’s entourage and Robert DeNiro wanted me to bring him a can of Diet Cherry Coke was maybe the most awesome dream anyone has ever had.  It was even better than the one where my mom and I ran into Brad Pitt at a seafood restaurant but didn’t get to talk to him because we had to give Henry Winkler and Scott Baio a ride home. 

****From what I can tell, Kristen Bell still holds the #1 spot, for those keeping track at home.