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Oct 15 03: note to self
The Innocence Mission, that band with the slightly twee name that you loved so much back in college, that band whose t-shirt you wore until it disintegrated, that band whose song made you cry Monday morning when you heard it for the first time in about ten years because you suddenly remembered being 19 and all that went with it, that band whose song that meant so much to you at 19 as a poet discovering his voice but whose song means so much to you so differently now that you’re 33 and can’t seem to finish your stories, that band whose song was still in your head when you woke up on Tuesday morning, that band whose music has shed layers of needless production gloss over the last five albums until its recordings have distilled down to the essence of the quiet intimacy and hope and grace that has appealed to you since the beginning, that band who (you’ve just discovered) has a concert on this Saturday night at Fez, except you’ll be in Maine and can’t go—
They’re playing another show in NYC this month. The Living Room, Friday 10/24, 8:45 set. Possibly even free. Be there.