the Constantines have become an underground rock staple, with guitars
that steal the best parts of classic rock, angular indie, and
heart-on-sleeve punk coupled with hoarse fire-breathing vocals. Given
the tenacity of their music, both live and on record, I figured this
band worked menial labor jobs from ages five to 22, stole their
instruments, ate glass, and shit earnestness.
The article goes on to express surprise that Draw Us lines, and other aspects of the band aren't as Constantinian as we had been led to believe. Now, I don't necessarily feel eco-whateverthissongisabout its anathama to whatever it is these guys represent, but I do feel that they represent something foundational and simple, and now that the explanation of their brilliance, which had already eluded me, is even more complex makes me even more anxious now that I know they aren't as one-note as I previously thought. and loved. (That a rough sentence.. sorry.)
Speaking of redundancy, and eco-spiritualism, I was at Wildfire (not the same place) having happy hour with Yogi Gina, and the waitress kept saying "can I get you anything at the current moment". And I kept shooting myself in the head with an unloaded finger pistol. If that fucking phrase catches on.......
So anyhow. Woodfire grill is exceptionally good. Nothing was challenging though, and that disappointed me. It was like he turned everything into comfort food. That a remarkable feat, but if the restaurant isn't walking distance from me, I don't want it to be JUST comforting. Just one dish that confused me and I would be singing their praises. As it stands, I will sing their praises, but only when asked: Nothing they did turned me into an evangelist.
