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IMOP, the Monkey, and Me.


So have you all made a point to see In Memory of Pluto, yet? I finally did, and all I can say is, wow.

I've been hearing about In Memory of Pluto's live show for a while. And from just about everyone. Yet for some reason, I always miss it. We even had them play at our What's Good Bands of Burlington Showcase, but I had a wedding the next day and went home early. Then a few weeks after that, I went as far as to recommend their show as my staff pick in our Notes on the Weekend e-newsletter. But if any of you were in attendance that night at Wasted City, you would have noted that I was not.

Things got to the point where I literally wrote 'See IMOP perform live" on my list of things to do. (Yes. I do keep a list of things to do.) But some force was keeping me from getting off my lazy ass to cross off that one item.

That is, until this past Saturday when I stumbled upon the live show completely on accident.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I took a quick trip to Maine this weekend. Before I left, my roommate Erin asked if I could to be back in time to see Husbands AKA play at the Monkey. I promised I would try. After all, Husbands AKA is our favorite area band, the boys of Husbands AKA are some of our favorite area people, and Chris Vaylou of Husbands AKA is our favorite person to trick into doing bad whiskey shots.

So we went. And it wasn't until I was there and checking in with Tyson that I bothered to ask, "So who's playing before you?" When Tyson told me who it was, my jaw dropped. "OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SEE THEM LIVE!"

"Uh, yeah. They're pretty good," he responded, obviously (and rightfully) taken aback by my outburst.

The point of this ridiculously long story is that I FINALLY SAW IN MEMORY OF PLUTO PLAY LIVE. And guess what? It was awesome. Erin and I can be pretty apathetic show-goers when we don't know the band playing. But even we could not help bouncing in our barstools. The crowd at the Monkey was small that night — perhaps something to do with it being Game 6 of the ALCS — but those there were dancing, singing along, and at one point even gesturing to the heavens above. In the middle of the set I turned to Erin and told her I couldn't wait to buy the CD. And just to drive that point home, I have not bought a CD in over three years. Except for Husbands. Because I lurve them.

I realize that this is not a show review. That I have not commented on the band's actual sound, or stage presence. Frankly I was too busy enjoying myself to take notes. But really all I mean for this to be is a testimonial. To convince you to check out the next local In Memory of Pluto show. Which happens to be November 17 at Metronome.

Maybe I'll even see you there.



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