Revisiting: “Modern Mystery” Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin

Pershing was #9 on my favorite albums of 2008. At last April’s Union Hall show, Inna & I unexpectedly danced our asses off, not anticipating being blown away by a band of teenaged Midwestern boys. (We also weren’t planning to behave like total cougars post-show when we “caught” the young boys drinking beer. “Sshhh,” they all went, in this adorable, sort of pedophilia-inspired unison.)

Pretty sure this was the same night I witnessed Inna approach some random dude & yell “You were great out there!” (“What?” “Aren’t you the bassist? I thought I saw you on stage.” “Um, I kind of know the sound guy?”) — a.k.a. the night I almost lost a friend via laughing hard instead of stopping her.