Chip: Now THIS is art I can get behind. I think it makes a powerful statement about the need to break down barriers of all kinds in society."
Richard: "It's all right. Basically it's just the Kool-Aid guy. But I assume it's better than the university's "Biodiversity Is..." art exhibit that opens today at the Natural History museum. The only reason to go there is to check out Comanche, the horse that survived Custer's last stand."
Chip: "That thing is still alive?"
Richard: "Now that the Avetts have come and gone, thrilling us with a three-PBR performance of rollicking North Carolina-style twang, it's time to think about Jenny Lewis, who's coming to the Granada tomorrow. Lewis is important partly because she's currently injecting some much-needed sex appeal into a genre where most bands look alike and are full of scrawny, artsy young men. When a sensitive young hipster is (sensitively) banging his girlfriend, there's a decent chance he's fantasizing about Jenny Lewis*. And if he cries after the act (as sensitive young hipsters sometimes might), he's probably crying because, instead of Jenny Lewis, he's banging a bespectacled, awkward young woman who works part-time for a local non-profit organization and thinks she's "making a difference." Now don't get me wrong here. We hipsters certainly prize Jenny Lewis for her work (as both frontwoman of Rilo Kiley and her twangy-project with the Watson twins), but just because we respect her doesn't mean we don't want to bend her over the drum set(personally, I want to bang her and the Watson Twins all together). The only downside of her Larryville performance is that she's touring with her boyfriend, an earnest young singer-songwriter in his own right whose songs only serve to remind us hipster guys that he's fucking Jenny Lewis and we're not."
*the hipsters who are not fantasizing about Lewis are probably fantasizing about Zooey Deschanel, the sexier half of M. Ward's pop-duo She and Him (why couldn't it be she and me? or I? whichever is grammatically correct).
Cl.thier: "Look at her, luring me to her show with that apple!"
Chip: "Folks, let me just remind you all that the third weekend of September is one of the best weekends to be in Larryville. Why? Because all the dirty hippies are out of town in Winfield and the squares once again rule the city, as God intended. It's a rare weekend when even I stay in town instead of heading to the farm, and I plan to take in the football game on Saturday. Don't let the performance art ruin the day for you. Remember: it's just art. It's not important. Ignore it and hopefully it will go away."