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Good Music Makes Me Giddy

Q: Which is sexier* - slide guitar, cello, or banjo?

A: I don't know either.



Tonight, I almost decided not to see a local band called In Medias Res perform. I am glad I went, so that I did not miss out on the following moments:

5. Cello and violin round out the sound of a traditional rock band (acoustic & electric guitar, bass & drums). These men also know how to make their songs build. I like the tension and the way it pulls you in.

4. Winning the 50-50 draw. Split three ways (we paid $10 for an "arms'-length" of tickets), I ended up with $33. BUT one of my friends owed me $20, so I got it back tonight and came home richer than I left, even after buying a CD. HA.

3. The first encore song. This song, but performed with some sort of hand-held glockenspiel by all six men. I don't know how to explain it...but it was phenomenal.

2. A song about a bear. More specifically, a song "about when you're in love with a girl, and you've been married for a couple years, and you have a nice home - and a vacation home, and your vacation home is a log cabin in the woods, and one night you are lying in bed beside her, sleeping, and she wakes you up to say, "What was that?" and you tell her it was nothing, and she wakes you up again because she hears something downstairs, but you say it's nothing and go back to sleep, and she goes downstairs to see, and there's a bear in the living room - (laughter) - and then the bear eats her (more laughter) - and that's where the song ends. It's not a happy ending.

1. The song about the bear featured footage of a bear cub falling down a hill and then chasing a frog...the cutest and funniest thing I've watched in awhile. I was in stitches. I wish I could find it on Youtube. But I can't.



*by sexy, I mean a lot of things that include (among other things) musicality, attractiveness, required skill and exuded "vibe."

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keepfishing said…
Cello.

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