Oh, and there’s a new DBT album out in February. I am, I don’t know, excited? Yes, that’s the word. Advance video!


Anyone who knows me can tell you that my favorite band is the Drive-by Truckers. For the past couple of years, I have been on a one-woman¬†proselytizing¬†mission, dragging friends off to concerts with me, making mix cds, etc. And in 2008, when they were touring with the Hold Steady, they played SF on my best friend’s birthday, and we went together and had a fabulous time.

(this is the best video I could find from that specific show, a combined encore of the two bands playing a Blue Oyster Cult song. You can’t see me, obviously, but I about 3 people back from the stage, right under the keyboardist.)

ANYWAY, the point I’m slowly getting to is that after this show, which was fucking phenomenal (as most DBT shows are; they’re a great live band), L. turned to me in the car and said, “Concerts are religious experiences.” I wasn’t really capable of replying to her in any kind of serious way at the time, but it’s an idea that’s been bumming around at the back of my mind for a while now.


On Fridays, the A.V. Club has a feature called “A.V. Club Q&A,” where all the various contributors answer a question on pop culture. Sometimes I don’t care about the question at all, but sometimes I find the question – and the answers – quite intriguing. On these occasions, I’ll sometimes post my own response. So this week’s question: art that “hits close to home.”

One of the things that always amuses me is how often these questions hit close to something I’d been ruminating on myself. Just a couple weeks ago, after reading this post on Jezebel, a friend and I were discussing Reality Bites, a movie that I was completely obsessed with after I graduated from college.