I'm moving to Sweden
I told Stephen I’d follow up on last night’s Jens Lekman show at WOW Hall, but falling in love makes me semi-illiterate. Forgive me if I fan-rant.
After two years of touring worldwide on the same album, I don’t know how Jens manages to take such good care of his audience. We did take his Oregon virginity, and I’d like to think it was special for him too. At first I was disappointed that he had such a small touring band. If I was a semi-famous Swedish pop star, I thought, I would buy myself a goddamn gospel choir and a brass band and take them with me everywhere, even Eugene, Oregon.
But the sparse arrangements turned out to be a blessing. He performed most of Night Falls and a few favorites from Maple Leaves and When I said I wanted to be your dog. The audience knew most of the songs by heart, and we worked together to make the songs whole. On “Kanske Ar Jag Kar I Dig” (which means “Maybe I’m in love with you, but I’m crossing out the maybe”), the band cut out and the audience took over the back-up vocals. The whole show was a camp sing-along with the coolest camp counselor in the world.
In the aftermath Jens and his band stuck around and everyone pretended to be his best friend, especially me. Since last night I have thought of a million intelligent questions for him, but when I met him all I did was gush. I basically told him that his music was the only remedy for a broken heart, but not in such graceful terms. Then I got really nervous and blurted out: “CAN I JUST GIVE YOU A HUG?” And he was all, in that quiet, Jenzy way, “Of course; I was going to give you one anyway.” So I put my arms around him, like that girl in that song (“Your arms around me), and it was totally satisfying. Later I felt a little embarrassed, like I had vomited on his shoes or something.
By the way, I should settle this argument right now:
It’s “Yentz,” not “Jenz.” The violin player told me so.
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