I know I haven’t posted anything about the amazingly rad show we saw Valentine’s evening by the Undertow Orchestra (David Bazan, Mark Eitzel, Vic Chesnutt, Will Johnson, and a very talented guy on keyboards and violin who I swear looked like Dan Pussey from where we were sitting), but that’s mainly because I did something with my camera USB cable. Something mysterious and deeply, deeply hidden. Ahem.

Photos aside, it was a wonderful show. It’s been a dog’s age since I’ve seen Mark Eitzel, and I’d somehow forgotten how electrifying his voice is live. The four men bantered like nobody’s business (the Summervillain took copious notes and I’m sure will post something more engaging soon) and donned spangly heart-topped antennae headbands in honor of the romantical day.

The only weirdness was spotting Brett as the crowd filed out of the MFA auditorium. I told Doug that if he wanted to scope out the merch table, it was fine, but I was going to wait outside since I spied Brett in the merch line. Doug declined my offer, and we crossed over to the T stop and found a semi-sheltered spot on a bench. Of course, Brett shambled by before the train arrived, and he stared at me for a couple of uncomfortable minutes while I “checked my cell phone messages” and devoted my attention and conversation to Doug. Eventually, Brett wandered off and I avoided what would have been an awkward and not-pleasant interaction. Probably immature and selfish of me, but to be honest, I didn’t want to divert my attention from my darlin’ and sully the mood of the evening.