I’m just reading this now, thanks for linking it in your newsletter. It’s glorious. And correct. I listened to the National for years in a vacuum (strangely, one semi adjacent to the band: my ex-roommate’s ex-roommate in Red Hook is Ada from the song), so it was a complete shock to me when I saw them live in Boston -- I’ve never seen so many brewski bros at a sad bastard concert! Backwards hats, tallboys, scream-singing along with MY OWN PERSONAL SONGS that I, a twice-divorced lady, also heavily identified with. It blew my mind, I’m telling you. This essay would have cleared up so much!
I’m just reading this now, thanks for linking it in your newsletter. It’s glorious. And correct. I listened to the National for years in a vacuum (strangely, one semi adjacent to the band: my ex-roommate’s ex-roommate in Red Hook is Ada from the song), so it was a complete shock to me when I saw them live in Boston -- I’ve never seen so many brewski bros at a sad bastard concert! Backwards hats, tallboys, scream-singing along with MY OWN PERSONAL SONGS that I, a twice-divorced lady, also heavily identified with. It blew my mind, I’m telling you. This essay would have cleared up so much!