The end of the month

The Decemberists played last month; another fantastic show by them, opened by Loch Lomond. El squared will never be, contrary to some hype, the next big thing out of Portland. In their current incarnation, they are too mannered and quiet. I say this recognizing how close it is to the faint praise heaped on Colin Meloy, back when he was a meloncholy unknown. And look what he's become:



Just a big ball of ham with an orphan's voice. What I find most fascinating about Mr.Meloy is the way he's evolved his onstage persona, toying with the fine line between hilarious pomp and bastardry. And, you know, if the songs weren't so good, he wouldn't be able to get away with as much as he does; a fact I'm sure he's aware of.

Anyway, halfway through the show, some kid yells Colin, can I ask you a question? That question turns out to be: will you videotape yourselves for me, since security won't allow me to do it? This is the answer:



Aw. Adorable. And look at those hamhock chops!