The Alabama Shakes

Everyone needs to see the Alabama Shakes live. I’m serious. They are that good.

Miek and I saw them at The Paradise in Boston this past weekend. The crowd was wild for Brittany Howard and her incredible band. A band truly worthy of all the hype.

Brittany was a combination of Aretha’s sass with James Brown’s funkiness. Like a Stax record that meant business with intrinsic humility, soul, power and skill. That’s what happens when you form a band with the quiet kid who wears band t-shirts to class. That’s what happens when you write songs with your high school friends on someone’s basement floor.

We met the bass player as we were sitting in the lounge. We told him that we had discovered the Alabama Shakes by Shazamming a song playing before a Drive-By Truckers show. He said “That’s really cool!” and meant it and shook our hands. You just don’t get that anymore.

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Lobster and Beer

After stopping by my mom’s shop – This Old Thing? – and scoring a snazzy vintage Sarah Coventry belt and a mid-century modern mini ice bucket for two – it was far too nice out to just settle in at home with Mad Men reruns on Netflix.

So Miek and I headed downtown in search of a patio, like many from Portland often do as soon as things thaw out. We settled on The Porthole. I worked on my tan and we made friends with the chubby pug at the neighboring table. Sometimes a girl just needs some seafood and an Allagash.

(more to come on This Old Thing?)

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