Will you not heed the commands of your lord?

Work demands that I, uh, do some. So today, in an uncharacteristic show of devotion to the things that *really* matter (namely, IS ice-skating hyphenated? Let's have a symposium!), this blog will be silent.

But for those of you who are interested, last night's Mountain Goats show was pretty fuckin' fabu. The only disconcerting aspect was the two opening bands. The first one was a trio of seventh-level wizards who played rather quiet, ambient, sad tunes that had everyone lolling on the floor like they were waiting for the mothership behind the Hale-Bopp. We christened them "Corduroy Lardass."

The second was a duo of girls who appeared to have formed a band based on their love of Meg White. The one who lost the bet on who got to be Meg White played guitar. The crowd was more enthusiastic for them. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're all standing up now," the singer/guitarist/non-Meg White gushed.

Finally, The Mountain Goats came on. And they rocked and charmed everyone. And they seemed a bit frightened by the shouts of 3 overzealous TMG fans in the audience. They practically went all Man-U crazy when John Darnielle struck the first chords of "The Monkey Song." People are funny like that.

Anyhow, so because of the dearth of stuff happenin' around these parts, I think you should check out Maud's guest blogger. I hear he's interesting.