Thursday, July 27, 2006

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these;
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

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.