Ladies and gentleman, we have now entered what I am lovingly calling Rhett Miller week.
This is not a drill.
A little background for you:
I love the Old 97’s. I love them. I love their live shows. I love their songs about drinking and crying and trashy women. I love their clever lyrics. I love how handsome lead singer Rhett Miller is. I love that they apparently don’t age, despite all that drinking and crying with, and about, trashy women.
I just love everything about them. Everything.
And as a music writer, and lover of Old 97’s, I spent a lot of time earlier this year watching their tour dates dance all around Salt Lake but never landing here. I pouted. I passive-aggressively emailed concert promoters asking them why no one was booking my beloved. I obsessed. I almost booked a trip to see them in Vegas in April.
And then suddenly, my patience paid off. Earlier this summer the Old 97’s announced two shows! Two shows! Within a week of each other! Within driving distance! Is this fate? Is this my karma because I waited so patiently and only pouted (somewhat) quietly? Clearly, the Gods are smiling upon someone in the greater Salt Lake area, and I’m happy to take credit—or at least use it to my advantage.
So, Sunday, August 6. Snowbasin. It’s a free show, as part of their Blues, Brews and BBQ series.
And then—this is the good one—Friday, August 11 at Urban Lounge. The Old 97’s brand of alt-country is meant to be played in clubs like Urban. It’s a perfect fit.
As for me, I’ll be at both shows, with clear view of the stage and thanking the universe for smiling upon me.
Old 97’s—Urban Lounge, August 11. Tickets available here.
