Submitted by megan on Mon, 06/23/2008 - 22:49
You wanna know why?
While I was stealing it off the interwebs last night and listening to it on different ones, I was offering up my apologies to the music deities, promising that, right after I move, right after I buy my new record player, the first LP I buy will be this one, and the second one I will buy will be their first album.
When you've loved an album as much as I loved Apologies for the Queen Mary, you kind of worry that the next album won't live up. Second albums often don't. But on Myspace, when the first new song started up, my palms got all sweaty and I felt kind of nauseous, the kind of nauseous that only extreme pleasure and its crazy flood of hormones can make you feel.
But oh, they're trying to kill me. I'm hoping this is wrong wrong wrong, or at the very least, incomplete, but ack! Every tour listing, it goes a little something like this:
M: So guess where they're playing on August 3rd?
J: Umm, Ottawa?
M: No. Montreal. Guess where they're playing August 9th?
J: Ummm, Ottawa?
M: No. Toronto. Guess what they're doing in between the 3rd and the 9th?
J: Playing Ot-
M: FUCK ALL.
That's right. They've got 6 days between gigs in cities just to the left and right of us, and no show in Ottawa.* I mean, I realize that My Fake Ex-Boyfriend Spencer Krug must have been devastated when he got that memo from my secretary, but really, that was years ago. I really figured he would have been over it by now.
God, even fake dating a keyboard player gets me nothing but heartache.
*You're probably thinking, Butch, honey, do you not love them enough to travel for them? Why yes, you do! And I will say: August 3rd is five days after I move into my new house and I am old and I will be sore and tired and I will end up not enjoying the show. Why not August 9th? Well. I've got even better things to do.