Mynabirds

Some of my favorite people and I stayed up way past our bedtimes on Monday for the Mynabird's late show at Mercury Lounge. As often happens when seeing these shows, I didn't know much about the band ahead of time. But if Laura says I'll like something, I probably will.

According to their website:

What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood was recorded in the rugged hills of Oregon in the summer of 2009 with singer-songwriter/producer Richard Swift at the helm. When they finished recording each night, they’d polish off a bottle of whiskey and dance to records — Dandy Livingstone, Buffy Sainte-Marie, James Brown — until the sun came up.

Yes, I want to listen to music like that!

However. The sad-and-sorry point that is sticking with me from that night is that I am getting old. We all are. Six otherwise happy-go-lucky concert goers who adore the Mynabirds and bands that sounds like them started to squirm with achiness an hour after the show was supposed to start. Seriously, Mercury Lounge, start your shows on time! I just can't stand that long with all those young hipsters bumpin' into my gym bag! I was even sipping whiskey!

Due to this extended wait, your audience ends up a little sleepy and distracted during the actual show. Instead of enjoying the music as fully as they should, they find themselves fixating on whether or not they, too, could pull off a cute, short white vintage mini-dress as well as the darling blonde lead singer before blinking out if it three songs later. (The final conclusion was no, Sarah, you cannot pull that off.) You get my point.

I'm old.

But the Mynabirds are worth your while. (AND from Nebraska! Who knew?!)