Songs about the middle of the country played in the middle of a desert is a geographic joke that stops being funny about three songs in, because the material is genuinely about distance and this is a room two hours from anywhere. Jay Farrar has been writing it for thirty years in the same flat, unlifting register, which makes the rare warm moments land hard. The band plays it loud and without ornament. Out here the wooden room and the late door suit a catalog that has always been more nocturnal than its reputation. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Friday. He plays a Los Angeles date on the same run, and the people who go to both will tell you the desert one was different.
Songs about the middle of the country played in the middle of a desert is a geographic joke that stops being funny about three songs in, because the material is genuinely about distance and this is a room two hours from anywhere. Jay Farrar has been writing it for thirty years in the same flat, unlifting register, which makes the rare warm moments land hard. The band plays it loud and without ornament. Out here the wooden room and the late door suit a catalog that has always been more nocturnal than its reputation. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Friday. He plays a Los Angeles date on the same run, and the people who go to both will tell you the desert one was different.
Songs about the middle of the country played in the middle of a desert is a geographic joke that stops being funny about three songs in, because the material is genuinely about distance and this is a room two hours from anywhere. Jay Farrar has been writing it for thirty years in the same flat, unlifting register, which makes the rare warm moments land hard. The band plays it loud and without ornament. Out here the wooden room and the late door suit a catalog that has always been more nocturnal than its reputation. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Friday. He plays a Los Angeles date on the same run, and the people who go to both will tell you the desert one was different.