Hayden Everett, Jackson Lundy

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The best show you will see this month costs eighteen dollars and the headliner will probably be standing at the bar before the set, because at this size there is no backstage worth hiding in. Everett and Lundy are both early enough in it that the room is the point - a Monday night bill at the Casbah, which has been San Diego's proving ground since 1989 and which has the receipts to prove it: Nirvana played the old room, the White Stripes played it, and the booker has kept the same instinct for who is about to matter. Monday is the night the Casbah gives to the acts it believes in rather than the acts that sell, which is exactly why the regulars pay attention to Mondays. Twenty-one and over, doors at seven, music at eight, and the back patio by the airport flight path where you can hear the planes between songs. If you want to be the person who saw someone in a hundred-capacity room and said so later, this is how that happens. It is a Monday. You have nothing else on.