For the Love of Lists — Get A Life Fest

I've been trying to reclaim my social life, but I must say that over the past year, things have been dragging. This is, chiefly, because I don't have a dedicated party posse like in the Austin Days of Yore (sniff). The last few weeks, though, have signaled a return to form. The iCal has filled with more than just first graders' birthday parties, school volunteering obligations and dental appointments.

Just what have I been doing? To the lists!

Shows/gigs that were well worth the cost of the babysitter:
1. Lianne La Havas at Bootleg Theater — She's charming, a solid songwriter, has great stage presence, and comes across as a less treacly version of Corinne Bailey Rae. The packed crowd — from where I stood, an odd blend of alterna-black girls and middle-aged white dudes in business attire — was spellbound. And, though, I refuse to chalk this up to anything more than urban legend, for the sake of my fragile constitution, Stevie Wonder was reportedly one of the admiring onlookers. I NEED to disbelieve these reports; surely, if my idol was in the building, my radar would've gone off.


Check out La Havas serenading Parisian shoppers:



Lianne La Havas | No Room For Doubt | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.



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Song of the Day

It's official.

Date night, nerds!

My daughter's sleep-over arrangements are etched in stone. The Jack Purcells are going under the bed and I'm pulling the peep-toe sling-backs ("grown folks' shoes") out of the closet. The tank is full of gas and Matt and I are headed to L.A. for dinner and a show.

What — you may ask — is the first show you will be seeing in four long months? The Dirty Projectors & the LA Philharmonic (though, probably not simultaneously) at the Walt Disney Concert Hall! Their sound may be a little too hyper-idiosyncratic for some, but I think it'll translate well live, especially in such a grand venue. Remember when I posted this? Can't wait.

(Ed. note: Okay, this crazy rain and a tsunami warning may be throwing a little salt in my game...)