The things you find via random Internet searches. Here's a blog based in Canada (Calgary, Alberta, more specifically) raving about our own Theodore. In a very kind post, the author says he's "quite taken with them at this point. They have that hazy, slide guitar
country ballad feel. This stuff is always a killer for me as I just
can't resist it. It makes me want to have heartache just to just
stumble over and crawl inside the atmosphere it emanates." As an added bonus, he links to a fantas
Outside on the Off Broadway smoking patio, the whole hope thing was getting out of hand. "Do you have any joints?" some random dude inquired as I huddled next to the propane heater. "Joints? Plural?" I replied. "Would you settle for a three-day-old roach?" He wasn't settling. "Do you think they'll play, 'Soaky in the Pooper'?" someone else asked. One could only hope. It was the first Lambchop show in St. Louis in a decade; spirits were plainly high.
