While I am a hippie, I really hate NPR and NPR-like programs. I do, however, love DeVotchka (the band that is vying for the position of my favorite band). DeVotchka was playing on E-Town this evening and the recording session, in Boulder Theatre, had ticket sales several days ago. I bought a ticket, even though I routinely, consciously, change radio stations whenever E-Town is on (I’ve lived near Boulder for eight years and although E-Town is recorded here, you can’t listen to it without being instantly bored into a coma).
Luckily for me, the secondary band that played, while o.k., was repeatedly announced to contain the daughter of the E-Town creators. I have often been on the happy end of nepotism, but to be the band whose sole claims are 1). playing on Grey’s Anatomy and 2). having a member who is the daughter of E-Town’s creators is a bit weak. I sincerely believe it would have been better if the E-Town crew hadn’t repeatedly brought up the fact that their daughter was in the band...I could have done without that.
I also could have done without the huge posters of the corporate sponsors. The entire time DeVotchka was playing, it looked like the lead singer was in the loving embrace of the Horizon Dairy cow. Disturbing. I did manage to note which sponsors had the huge billboards behind the band and will boycott them in the future for blatant, annoying, consumeristic brainwashing. When the last song of the evening played, and the E-Town crew started talking over it, I walked out, having had more than enough. It is (or should be) well known that to talk with a microphone over a playing song is a mortal sin and you shall be damned forever, with a very specific, very nasty eternal punishment involving a flaming pitchfork and polenta (KVOD Classical Radio Station, please take note).
DeVotchka is a beautiful band with amazing melodies and the ability to have a string quartet play with them without freaking out (a very rare quality). The other band, while interesting, was maybe forced by way dorky parental figures to submit (it happens occasionally). I will continue to ignore E-Town, though it is recorded in Boulder and will dodge NPR in good faith that I am missing nothing exciting.
An Erinku:
pink glass
red wine
white fish
full tummy
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