Cribbage and Other Games

Yes, the title of today's post is a flagrant attempt to capture David's attention, since he's the only (cribbage) player among my readership. But that's just the title. The content is all about The Cribs, a band of brothers from Wakefield who make some noise. You may even remember me playing their music for you, back in the day.

It's not completely clear that I should like this band, and maybe it'd be more sensible to leave them for the (NME-reading) kids. But...there's something about The Cribs which has grown on me, so last night I took myself up to Portland with Allison to see them play the Doug Fir Lounge. Described by Q magazine as `the biggest cult band in the UK', it was kind of cool to see them play a tiny venue, standing about three feet away from us. And man, they rocked out. I think brother drummer is unlikely to avoid an aneurysm if he carries on that way. The same goes for the whole band---and on top of sheer physical exertion, it must be exhausting to be in an indie band that hates the indie scene so very much. All that anger!

---

As you know by now, Oregon is a cool place, and The Cribs bassist agrees with me. He's abandoned post-industrial Yorkshire for Portland, and nowadays adorns his guitar with `I love OR' stickers. I know where he's coming from. Plus, if you live here you get to meet Johnny Marr at barbecues.

---

I'm glad I'm not a mirror-kissing hipster. Or am I?
Song of the day (26a)

The support act was Jeffrey Lewis, whom some of you may know:
Song of the day (26b)