The Long Winters
Dear The Long Winters,
You guys have the truest and worst band name right now. As I am typing this in Provo, it is raining outside. This wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t have another bit of information: that it is almost May! I should be riding my bike down streets, climbing mountains, and hitting the wave pool — but no! Actually, I suppose that I can’t kill the messenger for that one, and will have to take my weather issues up with a higher power.
So anyway, Dudes. Saw you guys last week in Salt Lake City. It was my third time seeing you, but the first as an actual fan, and the first time without the dude from Harvey Danger. I will forgive the fact that you let Stars of Track and Field open for you (any band that names themselves after a fabulous Belle and Sebastian song must themselves be fabulous…or at least passable — they were neither), and instead gush about how great you guys are live. John tells the best on stage jokes, and you did something I haven’t seen in a while: you played an all request set. Now normally I would consider this the most narcissistic of moves by most bands, but for some reason it was the perfect idea for you guys — because you really are made of hits. You played so many songs from When I Pretend to Fall, giving me vivid flashbacks of how great that album is. When you finished you had played 5 of my favorite songs (which is a feat) and there were 2 still left over that you didn’t play.
Umm. So anyway, I really have no clever ending to this. So here are several possible endings: “You guys are great” “Someone needs to shave” and “Bring me some sunshine”
Bring me some sunshine,
Rob
no worries mate, i totally shaved.
Were one of the times you saw them at Sundance? That was my initiation. And it was all that really needed. Fell for ‘em, hook, line, sinker.