Awkward Conversations About Music
I often get rather carried away when I talk about music I love, as if I have a difficult time really keeping myself in check and not rambling on for hours about certain musicians. I was already feeling a little caught up in excitement and melodrama last Friday while in Madison, Wisconsin to see DeVotchKa (see below) when I took a break between My Brightest Diamond and DeVotchKa to visit the ladies room. Of course, being that I was in Madison was the added bonus that I wasn’t as likely to ever see these people again. Though there are times I have met someone from Madison at occasional shows, Vashti Bunyan for example, it’s been rather rare.
So anyways, I walked into the bathroom and of course there was a line being that the Annex was crowded. I took the extra time as an opportunity to declare my love for DeVotchKa and Nick Urata’s voice in particular. This was fair enough….I mean, we all were there to see DeVotchKa afterall and the girls pretty much agreed with me rather complacently. But then, I had to take it one step farther. You see, I have a Tim Buckley theory. I’m not saying Tim Buckley is Nick’s father. What I’m saying is that there has to be some of his offspring we don’t know about out there given the circumstances of his life….and his life choices. Putting the ethical dilemma of his ways aside, this means that potentially most likely in North America, that keen five octave range is being passed through generations and we’re talking about grandchildren possibly starting to be in bands around now. Seeing Nick Urata always reminds me of this theory, considering his own incredible range.
The girls looked at me kind of stunned. They had a very, “Who is this girl?” expression on their face. Many just didn’t know what to say. Then, one said, “Oh Jim Buckley?”