Mondays are the anti-hump day, and it was a drizzly summer night in Boston yesterday. I dragged my ass out of the house to hear my friend Christopher spin the 60’s French pop tunes along with some not-so-Francophilic Dusty Springfield. Perhaps the best part is Chris’ excellent video projections, montages along the likes of mod French babes in leotards and berets combined with shoulder-framed members of the Partridge Family. The 60’s sure were White–not a person of color in sight. Also got to chat indie music (how can you go wrong with Yo La Tengo?) and herb gardens with my friend Joel.
Now, someone needs to work on some kind of antidote to Tuesdays.