holy fuck, James Mercer is so delicious it makes me sick. i went to The Shins last night, they were playing at The Warfield in San Francisco, and they were SO awesome. i think it mightve even been worth the 40 bucks i paid a scalper (he also gave me a kiss and asked for my number, i think he was about 60 yrs old, rolf). i kinda miss their old guy, the bald one, who is now replaced by Dave Hernandez (i think) but DH is kinda hot too so, whatevski. but, anyway, yah, so JM has been working out or SOMETHING because everytime he flexed his muscles (to play a fast song or something) he had these adorable muscles. i was like drooling all over the stage (i was in about the third row). he also does this face when hes straining for a particularly high note and he becomes SO Kevin-Spacey sexy, it KILLS me.
anyway, oh yeah, in the middle of the show this girl throws her undies on stage, these pretty pink lacey things and Marty Crandall goes:
"Oh, someone threw something on stage. Oh, they're panties...aww, and instead of a brand name, they have a phone number on them, thank you San Francisco. I'm just gonna put these somewhere where I don't have to touch them..."
hee. i luv it.
anyway, so they were a lot more energetic than they were when i last saw them--in Toronto a couple years ago at The Horseshoe. and i think it was a sign cause their last song (before the encore) was "Gone for Good" and that is totally my favourite on Chutes too Narrow, i bet JM was trying to channel me.
oh, apparently his girlfriend writes for Bitch
occasionally. hrmph. i bet im a better writer :/