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Road Trip

October 13, 2010 1 comment

They’ll be no word count update for today or yesterday because, well, no words were written as The Bride and I road-tripped out to Lexington, Ky. for an overnighter to see Citizen Cope in concert at the beautifully named Buster’s Billiards and Backroom. If you haven’t seen Citizen Cope or haven’t even heard of him, shame on you. One of the finest purveyors of neo-acoustic-folk-whatever you’ll hear, Cope blew through an hour and 45 minutes of performance, stopping mostly to change guitars, keeping stage patter to a minimum and ripping through what would constitute his greatest hits provided he actually had a hit song.

What Citizen Cope does have is one hell of a repertoire of music, a lot of it you’ve seen in movies or heard on commercials (“Bullet and a Target” probably the most ubiquitous of his tunes). It was a great show outside of some college kids hitting their party limit a little early in the evening, well before the show even started. There’s a sharp decline in concert etiquette, agreed The Bride and I, and as we each wore the spilled beer of drunken sorority girls, we thought back to those glory days where Greeks didn’t want to go see stoner rock. Ah, memories …

We also reveled in the glory of Joseph A. Beth’s, a Lexington bookstore where you can spend money faster than Takashi Miike in “Hostel.” We scored various and sundry goodies, including Paul Malmont’s “The Chinatown Death Cloud Peril,” an ode to the pulpy fiction of olden days (one of my favorite genres — I’m looking more forward to this book than I can admit), and a goodly number of magazines that aren’t always easy to find when you’re on the last outpost on Mars.

And, of course, we got to see the insane number of Rand Paul bumper stickers and forced ourselves to ponder just how stupid people have to be to think this asshat presents a realistic option in Washington.

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