bright eyes, wtf?!?!?

so indie rock wunderking/critics' darling/recent rolling stone coverboy conor oberst brought his band bright eyes to the ridglea theater earlier this week. although aimee digs them mightily, and i sorta like some of their stuff and was impressed by their show at trees a coupla years back, well, we're trying to save money this year and it wouldn't fit in our budget. so imagine my surprise when i read some of young conor's comments re: the state where i live. "i'd put a [expletive deleted] gun to my head before i'd live in your state." whatthefuck, conor? listen, angst-boy: i've been to omaha. it was no great shakes, either, and it doesn't have a thimbleful of the musical history my town does. not to mention the fact that the cornhusker state also lays substantial claim to the title manure capital of the u.s. of a.

oh well. perhaps i'm just being parochial. and after all, i said/did loads of stoopid shit when i was 24 and drunk. i just wasn't getting paid to do it. if it was motivated by a dislike of the dimbulb currently occupying 1600 pennsylvania ave., who claims texas as home, i wonder what herr oberst says when he plays in connecticut, whence dubya sprang. but hey, little dude, nebraska was pretty resolutely red in this last election, too, although it only has a piddly-ass five electoral votes, compared with texas' 34. i once wrote that i thought conor's singing a song about walking away from a fight on the eve of the iraq invasion was "brave." in a way, i still think it was. but i also think that venting spleen at bright eyes' own melancholic texan fans was more than a little chickenshit: kid comes to your show looking to make a connexxxion with a performer he/she really digs/relates to, winds up getting dissed/downed for his/her zipcode.

oh well, what the hell. bring on the dancing horses.