Sometime after midnight on a Wednesday night (Thursday morning) I got in touch with Marshall Roupp about the fact that They Might Be Giants were playing in Pittsburgh on Thursday night. Marshall lives and goes to school in Pittsburgh, and it's not *that* far from Cleveland, where I go to school. I'd just missed TMBG in Cleveland, as I'd been out of town for some terribly good reason. Oh yah, fall break in New Jersey.
Anyway, I split from CWRU right after class and drove to Pittsburgh. I hit some nasty traffic on my way in, and had a few confusing cell phone conversations with a friend of a friend of Marshall, but I eventually met up with Marshall and one of his roommates. Club Laga is weird, in that it's disguised and hidden above a tanning parlor. Literally, it's almost impossible to find from the street unless you know where you're going. I was waiting on the street, and I found myself helping at least a dozen different people, those who looked like they might be TMBG fans but were walking unknowingly past the club. "Hey, you looking for a They Might Be Giants show? It's in here."
It's hard to say something new about a TMBG show, as this is the 14th one of these I've written. We spent a bit of time in the caged-in bar in the back, then went out to the floor. The place wasn't bad, but some big-ass column screwed up the view of the stage. TMBG brought Spin the Dial back from wwaaay in the vault (Five years ago? I don't think I'd ever seen it before.) and that was quite cool. I couldn't stick around, because I had to get back to Cleveland that night, so I could get to Rochester the next night...
