Two weeks ago I dashed into a record shop with a friend who wanted to pick something up quickly but while he was busy looking for his CD I became utterly enchanted with the music they were playing in the store. On the second track I couldn’t contain myself anymore. What’s this you’re playing I asked with big wide eyes – and she showed me this
DevotchKa – How it ends
I’ll take it I said with a massive grin and rubbed my musically greedy hands together. It turned out only to be 12.50 euro – I almost bought ten to give out to friends, family, neighbours and strangers alike. Hmmmm, maybe I will still.
As soon as I got home I played the whole CD and then started again when it finished. I was intoxicated. It’s like My Morning Jacket, Goran Bregovic, Beirut, and Calexico all rolled into one. With a little dash of black icing sugar sprinkled on top. Wonderfully atmospheric. I did some devilish internet research on the group and discovered to my combustible joy that they were playing in Amsterdam in two weeks time. This cannot all be a coincidence surely. My guardian muse was surely looking out for me. The concert is tomorrow. There’ll be guitars, trumpets, accordions, pianos, and possibly something called a sousaphone. I can’t wait.