or, Check yuh boy, he smiling in the morning
I nearly didn't go to the Little Carib last night, 'cause I haven't quite shaken off this annoying cold and I was tempted to go to bed early with a book--but then I thought, how many times in my life will I get to hear jointpop play? Fifty? A hundred? It's not enough.
Jimmy Crime and the Murderers, a.k.a. Gary Hector and Damon Homer of jointpop, performing at the Little Carib last night
My hands shake and I take bad pictures, but I'm glad to live in the time of jointpop, and I continue to hope that one day I'll hear them play "King Radio" live. And though it wasn't the full band last night, Gary and Damon played an intimate, laid-back, effortlessly virtuoso set to a small crowd of fans who knew almost all the lyrics, and we all got to be backup singers for "The Water Supreme", and, check me, I smiling this morning.
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Funny, I was thinking how much I liked that picture.
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