As Seen on TV: Cursive's Letterman Appearance

Good morning, TellyPhiles. It's almost Friday (if you have any ThemeSong Throwback noms email them now) so I wanted to post something that would spur you on and help the end of the day get here a little faster. Letterman's in reruns this week. This turned out to be a good thing as I got to see Cursive do "From the Hips" again from their album "Mama, I'm Swollen".  Don't you just want to say that again and again out loud for no reason at all?

Clever album title aside, I love a band that's got their bearded to clean shaven ratio sorted out, isn't overly annoying when they go for the "our look is no look" thing, that the lead singer has a limp pink handkerchief in the breast pocket of his ill-fitting sport jacket, and everything about the guy playing guitar on the right. Oh, and trumpets! If all of their songs are like this, Cursive is a band that can reside in my heart (and iPod) in the same section Wilco does. At the end of the performance, Dave who appears mightily impressed, asks where they're from. The answer, Omaha, Nebraska, is just right.

And the lyrics are great too. A couple I wish I could have written:

I'm at my worst when I'm at my best./I'm at my best when I'm trying to look and think and talk and sing and read and write like all the rest./We're all just trying to play our roles in a play that runs ad nauseum./We were better off as animals.

And

We're at our worst when it's from our lips./From our lips, we caused a rift./ And the world is falling in./From Babel to borrowed brawls./Our words have formed a death sentence./And I wish that we had never talked/ Our hips said it all.

Word Hip.