First of all, saying the words “Death Cab For Cutie” to any one who hasn’t ever heard of them before is kind of weird.
What the hell does that mean? Where did they come up with that? Who’s Cutie?
I’m not entirely sure. But, wait, have you ever heard of The Postal Service?
You mean the folks who bring me my mail?
Granted, I like the reactions I receive from saying “Death Cab for Cutie” better than the reactions I get after saying the words “My Morning Jacket.” And considering I saw both bands two days apart and have mentioned their names to coworkers and friends, both reactions are fresh in memory.
My morning who? What’s a Morning Jacket?
But I digress. Last night, Toby Joe and I went and saw Death Cab for Cutie at Hammerstien Ballroom now known as the Manhattan Center Studios. I should know this, how? I know this because the woman from 411 corrected me two times last night when I called them for their number. Apparently, “Information