Marisa and I went to Brighton for a few days to catch up with The Gossip. playing at a small dirty pub with Kid Carpet opening. It was an excellent show, as always. They are the only band that make me want to dance (not that I follow through on the urge, though I did nod my head, which is a really extraordinary amount of movement for me at a show). I would strongly suggest that you see them live if you have the opportunity before they graduate to stadiums.
After the show we huddled in the green room and I offered up suggestions of hotels to band members who didn’t want to crash with friends, then sat in the back of their van navigating through a town I do not know.
The desk clerk was charmed by the post-set dishevelment of the group and offered his demo tape. Later we split up and took Beth to dinner; it was strange and interesting to sit and catch up on all the scandals from home.
It would be very convenient if all of my friends could just… move here.
Now I’m preparing a feast; I was up all night baking pies and wore an old tattered Smithfield shirt in tribute to Stella and Al, since I won’t be able to see them until this weekend. The turkey is in the oven, the table is set, and Marisa is teaching my son how to make candied sweet potatoes. I fly away on tour at some point in the middle of the night.
This has been a terrific week — hope to see many of you on the road.
Happy Thanksgiving!