Just home from seeing The Clientele at the Bowery Ballroom. I'd never noticed how many of their songs were about sitting in parks at dusk with a broken heart. Or at least that's the impression I got. And I'm not sure I've ever seen so many very pensive and sensitive looking straight boys in one place, but as far as audiences go, they are a-ok to me--so polite I half expected them to be drinking tea out of proper cups and saucers, pinky extended (natch), and passing around plates of cucumber sandwiches.
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