Going to El Rey Theatre can be stressful. Why is it a fire hazard to have people standing spread out? Stand behind the black line! Fire hazard! Doesn’t packing people together between imaginary lines constitute an emotional hazard worth considering? Think about it. Calling out folks’ territorial defenses, nudging at inches, trampling each other given the opportunity…
Luckily, Devotchka’s there to offset the downer, achieving tolerable serenity so the antsy boundary issues dissolve into the background. Devotchka’s little symphony ties notes with string and hangs them in a garden of messages in bottles. There they are, clinking together, blinky lights in a sousaphone’s mouth. The accordion’s in. The trumpet’s wearing crushed velvet. We could get romantic, hold hands, nostalgic, sniff wine corks, or embark on a rite of passage. It’s the strings section. Violins naturally peak on some profound empathy tip, the kind saved for guilty pleasure netflix rentals. It’s difficult not to catch the sepia tinted drift.
Then an acrobat climbs out and does a curtain trapeze act. After which you leave, and your sobriety seems at odds with the round moonlight. So, drinks…
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