Poem by Shel Silverstein
I haven’t seen a show in a long time. It’s been more than a month I think. There have been a few shows I would have liked to go to; big ones popping up in my head right now: Braids, Sleigh Bells with Danny Brown AND Doldrums, Kanye West…
Whatever the reason may be that I somehow decided not to attend a live show – i.e. ‘It’s Sunday, I want to be lazy and not move from this couch all day,’ ‘Oh shit, that’s an awesome lineup…but it’s at Terminal 5,’ or some sort of money related problem – I always wish I had. I’ll daydream about what the concert must have been like and how awesome it must have been. Concert remorse.
Last week, I kept hearing about this guy Mikal Cronin and that he was playing a show at Webster. I saw his name mentioned a few times, one being from New York Magazine’s suggested events, but I had never heard of him before. And I didn’t end up going to his show.
Right at this moment, I have almost completely listened to Cronin’s 3 albums on Spotify. This happens a lot: I hear of a show but I’ve never heard the bands before, soon after their show I will listen to them and wish I had gone to the show. I could have seen this played live? Concert remorse.
This guy Mikal Cronin is awesome. He makes garage rock pop noise California music and he has a collaborative album with Ty Segall. Cronin’s newest album, MCII, is decidedly California surf-rock, and arguably more easy listening than his past albums. I like Mikal Cronin in all his forms and will be sure to catch him next time he’s in town – which hopefully won’t be too long.
A Renegade Puppet 