Friday, April 25, 2008

okkervil river in covington

There was one point during the show where the room was just filled with noise. It was like a piano being pushed down a flight of stairs, but somehow controlled and purposeful. The ghost of every pot and pan in the world was snaking through the crowd, picking people up by their chest and suspending them above the ground for a few seconds. Dirty and I both admitted to closing our eyes and just kind of letting it all wash over us. I don't do that. I don't close my eyes at rock shows. And if I do, I sure don't talk about it afterwards.

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