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Once upon a time, I had a radio show that only played bands currently performing in the District. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Every day I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.


The musicians don’t always sound like they’re playing the same song? Maybe it’s supposed to sound like that? I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. Or a best reading or whatever. Man I’m so bored. This song is fine. It’s very… fine. I don’t know man. It’s all whatever. Everything is whatever. I would not necessarily be upset if I was at a bar and this band was playing but I would also not be excited. It’s just one of those days. Sorry, Paul. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I just can’t do this today.

You can see Paul Edelman tonight at Gypsy Sally’s.