I’m just rolling in from Open House, that yearly celebration of the start of a new school year that keeps me at work for a fifteen-hour day. I stumbled into the parking lot, bleary-eyed and hoarse-throated, turned the key on the Dickmobile and had the sad thought that I have to be back in the same spot in nine hours. My Pops always breaks my balls in the summer, telling me that I only have a part time gig. In short, my ass.
When I got home, I kissed a nearly slumbering Mrs. Citizen on the cheek and opened up my e-mail, hoping for some sort of good news. It came, happily, in the form of “Pyramids” from Inner Banks. Inner Banks are a married couple, Caroline Schutz and David Gould. She has a gorgeous voice. They seem to have a fluidly ragged group of folks who pop in and play on their records. Their second album, Songs from Disko Bay, drops tomorrow on DAG! Records.
Imagine a scenario where you’re in a band with your wife; you’ve got a kind of French salon of musicians rolling into your gracefully aging home, staying up to all hours, cranking out tunes, swilling red wine. You wake to the sounds of crickets and birds and shit and start writing new songs over morning coffee. It’s probably not that idyllic, but it would be sweet if it was. I’m going to encourage Mrs. Citizen to get some piano lessons. I’ll play the drums. I’ll keep you abreast of any developments.
