Open house at my house (anyone looking to buy a house?)
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! (me, exploding)
Crowd goes nuts. John and the band play the song. I am freaking out. They leave. I take a piss, come back upstairs to leave because it's like 1 in the morning and there, standing next to me, is none other than John Darnielle, full of smiles and trying to sneak by to get to the merch table to sign shit for the fans. I give him a tap on the back and tell him what a great performance it was and he thanks me and passes and I resist the urge to tell him the story about my novel that I just told you because I didn't want to seem like a stalker or raving lunatic. So maybe he reads my blog.
Thank you Mountain Goats!
(and thank you Dr. Cohen for fixing my foot to the point that I can do all this wonderful shit I used to do again)
Oh, and I really fucked up the ending of this recording -- I turned it off at the absolute best part of the song. So, um, sorry, but I included the song below so you can listen to the whole thing. Or there's probably other good versions on YouTube. My recording at concerts from my iPhone is weak, I know. Sorry.
And here's the video:
Okay I found a better video for you:
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Lover of songs. Writer of wrongs.