O Lonely Urchin, the widow cried…

New column up, an addendum to the Mario Deconstructive Fever:

Fear and Loathing in the Mushroom Kingdom

Go and see, go and see. Then you will understand the icon. Yes, you may gank it.

Also, went to see The Decemberists on Saturday, which I’ve been trying
to do for ages, and there isn’t really much to say but
OMGOMGSEASHANTYLOVE! Hands down the best live show I’ve ever been to,
and we are all wearing our new band t-shirts, and I’m all fangirly.
Usually I go to concerts because someone called me up and said “Hey,
you wanna see Tori Amos? She’s in town.” And I say, “Sure, I have one
of her albums, she’s pretty good.” And then I get into her after the
concert. So it goes with many others. But this one I was all excited
for, planned for, arranged my schedule to be here for, and I knew all
the songs, and OMGWTFWHALEJAWS!

Best band ever, and wins for the use of such words as “palanquin,” “lariat,” and “pachyderm” with total ease.

Also, they managed the crowd energy extraordinarily well, from teasing
us by holding back the well-known lyrics to instructing us all to
scream as though we were being eaten by a whale to making everyone sit
down on the floor like it was nap-time in preschool for the reedy, thin
soprano bit of “Chimbley Sweep,” only to have the whole room burst up
again when the chorus kicked in. We were totally in the palms of their

Whoa. Live music is amazing. You forget, in this word of ipods and
mp3s. I want to say some serious stuff about that, but this entry is
for squeeing.

Colin Meloy pwnz me. Yea verily, I would have his scruffy, strip-ed, verbose babies.

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