They Might be in Detroit
I'll admit I'm a huge They Might Be Giants fan (both as an adult and as a parent) so I was caught by surprise when local online news rag Model D linked to this blog post from the band.
They Might Be Giants recently played in Detroit and singer John Linnell had this to say:
Some places we revisit, like Madison, Wisconsin, are like pleasant old friends who throw an arm around us and press cups of hot cider into our grateful, chilly hands. Some towns, like Detroit, are like unstable, chain-smoking former roommates who behave unpredictably each time we reunite. They may suddenly explode with long-standing resentments, or they may surprise us with an insightful witticism. Detroit, indeed, is a place that even hardened New Yorkers approach with trepidation.
There was nothing unpleasant, however, about the crowd that greeted us at St. Andrews Hall this recent visit. The club has existed in Detroit's blighted center for as long as we've been touring, but the mood inside was warm and friendly. Our guitarist Dan Miller felt comfortable enough after the show to walk the half mile back to our hotel. Afterward, he was informed that he had miraculously cheated being stabbed to death.
I find myself drawn to the eerie specter of the abandoned, boarded up skyscrapers next to where we are staying. The giant ailanthus trees growing like weeds on their upper stories evoke a post-apocalyptic trope.
While not terribly pleasant, it was interesting to read. The band is from Brooklyn, so they know of what they speak, I suppose. But I find the jab (ha ha Detroit humor) about the guitarist not getting stabbed kind of stale. He must believe in that old T-shirt slogan -- Detroit: Where the weak are killed and eaten.
Read it all here.