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Win Tix to See Eels on Oct. 12

Hey there! Long time no posts. Even as out of the loop as I’ve been lately, though, I could NOT turn down a chance to hook you up with tickets to one of my favorite musical acts of all time.

Lead Eel Mark Oliver Everett, aka “E”, is an unlikely object for a crush, but I’m totally a fangirl. His plain-speaking lyrics contain so much emotion and heart, managing to do that for which every writer strives: containing as much meaning as possible in as simple a way as possible. As Emily Dickinson said, “For writers, a success prescription / Fewer words / More description.”

Eels albums are powerful, full of dark topics treated squarely-on. But the live shows are wild and animated, with the band rocking out & dancing onstage, an incongruous sight with bearded, sunglass-wearing dudes jumping around the stage, doing high kicks.

Wanna go? Of course you do! Leave a comment telling me your favorite Eels lyrics & a little bit about why you love ’em. I’ll pick a couple lucky winners to go to the show tomorrow night. Be sure to fill out the email field on the comment-submit form correctly so I can get in touch with you.

Info on the show is here, thanks to Goldenvoice.

Win Tickets to the Eels!

e eelsreel eelI don’t know about you, but I happen to think Mark Oliver Everett (aka “E” of the Eels) is the sexiest mofo to ever rock a beard. In fact, he was rocking said beard LONG before every Silverlake male started growing one. Few people have borne life’s cruelest slings & arrows (check that life story, yo) with such creative grace. I love his sneer. I love his dirty sullen blues. I love how his writing is so raw and real and broken and bitter and hopeful. Gutter, meet stars. And I love that fucking beard, man.

If you do too, and you want tickets to the sold-out show on the 16th at the El Rey, leave a comment below telling me what your favorite Eels song is, and why you love it. We’ll pick the best replies.

“Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how a careful man tries
To dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live “