Normally, I wouldn’t go around pushing bands on people, but for The Decemberists, I shall make an exception. Officially one of my Favorite Bands of 2003, this Portland five-piece is often compared to Neutral Milk Hotel, which is grand and all, but I find them more musical and whimsical. Whimusical? Anyway, they sing about ghost ships and stolen bicycles, plus they do a number called “Los Angeles, I’m yours,” which just about nails the love-hate relationship I have with our fair city.
They’re bound to play that on Wednesday night at the Troubadour, so go see ’em. Tickets are still on sale, and if you fax the Troubadour, you won’t have to pay Ticketfucker.com’s outrageous “convenience” fees. I’ll be there and maybe I’ll even buy you a beer.