Tonight I had the perfect date: a live Magnetic Fields show followed by Indian food.
The MF were wonderful. Sam, the cellist, looks like an early Ottoman invader, and he has the most beautiful hands I have ever seen on a man; I found myself staring at them all night. They performed "Papa Was a Rodeo," and I reflected that it was three years ago next month that I first heard this song performed, out in Berwyn. I'd barely heard of The Magnetic Fields and after hearing the cover of this song I ran out and picked up a CD and became hooked big time.
Afterward, bhaingan bharta while reading Persepolis.
A perfect evening.