
mount eerie, playing a show in a since-shut-down space.
- A funny thing happened a couple weeks ago. When the temperature dropped below 65 and the mornings turned consistently grey and damp the National’s Alligator mysteriously floated to the top of my iPhone playlist and refused to let go. When I heard the album in 2005, it seemed nice enough, but all of a sudden the desperate inebriated quality, particularly that glorious run from “All the Wine” to “Mr. November” at the end just seemed to make sense. They perform tonight in support of their latest, the Boxer, with Tulsa’s St. Vincent, whose ethereal and lovely songs sound like a decades old telegram bounced off a satellite. $18, 8p [showbox]
- Just about four years ago, after seeing the second-to-the-last Carissa’s Wierd show of all time, I went to a loft in Pioneer Square, purchased a beer from a plastic tub, sat on the cold wooden floor, and saw Mount Eerie for the first time. Phil Elverum had recently converted from being the Microphones and was back from a Japanese tour. After Jamie Stewart played a solo set as Xiu Xiu (I think this was right after the band had all of their equipment stolen), Phil wheeled out a steel drum and played a bunch of new songs with opening bands Nikaidoh Kazumi and Moools as backup, teaching them their parts on-the-fly. It was utterly fantastic, and one of my more memorable nights of show-going in Seattle. Tonight, Mount Eerie and the Mools, a sort of garage-rock band from 東京都, will both be playing at the Vera Project and I am so excited. 7:30 p, $8 (also with PWRFL POWER and Oregon Donor) [vera]
St. Vincent is from Dallas, not Tulsa. Though I wish she were.
You’re right that she grew up in Texas, but according to their press kit, “St. Vincent is Annie Clark, born in Tulsa, OK, the middle child of nine brothers and sisters.”
Does it say which elementary school she went to? Because she sounds like a Lee kid. Maybe Barnard.