A shocking display of media power, finding such a huge line outside Crooked Beat last night to see Kimya Dawson. We remembered her little voice a few years back a la The Moldy Peaches and paired with some perfectly-matched cinematic moments by our friends from The Guatemalan Handshake. And then that other movie, Juno, came along and sent Kimya and Adam to The View and the top-ten list stratosphere of mainstream hell.
Eschewing all that, Kimya, on her walk into the shop, saw the heinous line of people outside waiting in the bitter cold without the slightest chance of getting into the crowded little record shop, and graciously squatted on an icy stoop to play a few songs for us poor saps. It was classic and oh-so NOT D.C., which we sure as hell need more of around here. Perhaps you were one of the lucky bastards to walk past and stop for a bit, wondering what in God's name was happening? You lucky, dirty dog. And, excuse me, where was this crowd was when Georgie James played Crooked Beat in November?
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