Yesterday I noted my belief that the act of (A.) “Spending Time With An Album/Listening To An Album” is quickly dying at the hands of (B.) “Just Give A Quick, Cursory Listen To As Much NEW Music As Possible.” I would like to point out that I see a direct correlation to this in terms of live music, as well– which is to say, while the list of small independent rock club deaths gets ever longer, the list of giganto-normous music festivals continues to grow. To wit, the experience of the small, intimate show (A.) is quickly dying at the hands of the bloated, endurance-testing, all-you-can eat festival (B.) I mean, Christ, how many “Festival”-related news items has Pitchfork had in the last two days alone? Six? Seven?

Anyway, we’re gonna haul our asses all the way up to Long Island City tonight, to catch some of that small, intimate stuff while we still can. The Creek and The Cave, 10-93 Jackson Ave, 9pm.

Catbird kin Forest Fire go on early, so get there 9-ish.