We already have a George

Tonight I watched a show at Mercury Lounge for the first time in a long while. The North Carolina band, the headliner, was really good. I was attentive and engaged but out of practice as well; my feet hurt. I shifted my weight from foot to foot. The band reminded me of who I consider one of the pioneers of Freak Folk, the Dirty Projectors.

Anyhow I studied each member of the band. The lead singer kind of reminded me of a cross between my friend Christoph and Mr.Dirty Projector himself. Then I wondered why Christoph or any of my friends never buy copies of my zine. The singers lips bordered on undesirably large. The girl had a beautiful voice but was too shy, too young. Mostly envy enducing too young. The bass player reminded me of Dave Brainard from college. It was the beard. The drummer just looked vaguely familiar. He looked like a Jason. I decided his name was probably Jason (it was Matt). Then I wondered how he looked familiar to me. He looked like Jasons I knew. He was also scrawny and hipster. He looked like scrawny west coast guys I'd known. There were so many. Did he remind me of a drummer? Had those too. Or did he remind me of a deaf guy? Deaf or hearing? In what state, what year?

Didn't we have one of those already? Haven't I had one of everyone already? It's like that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine makes 3 new guy friends that are the opposite of the gang. When her new three meet Jerry, Kramer and George, Elaine has to choose who she is going to walk with. George asks Elaine, "Can I come, too?" Elaine replies, "We already have a George". That's how I felt at this show. The most honest moment in my day is when someone comes up to me that I cannot remember having met and I look at them unable to lie.