V.VB is here. Here, even precisely being at this moment Fremont Coffee. Which used to be a house but is now a cafe with killer portobella mushroom panini and rooibus tea and free wi-fi and Will Oldham.
We just came from KEXP where two of the interns V.VB has befriended gave us a tour. We scored KEXP flip-flops and drink cozies. John in the Morning was sitting at his desk. V.VB sticks her head in to say hi to him and said, "This is my friend who got me into KEXP," and I'm looking at John and wanting to say the second half of the sentence, which is, "and she moved here to Seattle because of your radio station", but instead just say "hi" and know he won't remember meeting me three years ago in New York City when I went to see the Damnwells play an in-studio at the Museum of Television and Radio.
John in the Morning, in the afternoon.
Kevin Cole's assistant casually puts us on the list for the VIP party tonight at Neumo's. We casually accept the invitation. She casually tells us the Long Winters may be playing an acoustic set before the show cause Pretty Girls Make Graves just canceled last minute. She's waiting for John Roderick to call her back. "Okay," we say. Casually.
Just like Wednesday night casually, over Thai food, telling the pres of Loveless Records that I wanted to be a music journalist but I'm actually too neurotic to handle it so instead I can train his dog or tune his piano. Please pass the rice. And then casually walking over to Hattie's Hat with Tom Brosseau to see him play to a roomful of drunken Roller Derby princesses covered in bacon stickers.
This is fucking ridiculous.
Wrens tonight. And Okkervil River. And flip-flops. And, hopefully, "Cinnamon".
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