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by gmilner_Archive
In November 2001, I saw Ted Leo play at the Bowery Ballroom in New York. This was a couple months after 9/11, each day felt tentative, all of us who lived in New York were all freaked-out, etc. But I was also getting a little fatigued by everyone having to put in their two cents about 9/11 in every available public forum. I don't mean news reports--I mean things like a certain alt-weekly having a bunch of rock critics write about the records they dug out of their collections to get them through that first awful week. So when Ted Leo, after a few songs, started in with some between-song banter about how it's "a strange time to be in a rock band," I thought, "Here we go..."
"Yeah, it's been really weird driving around the country these last few weeks," he said, "playing shows and talking to people about what's been going on..."
The crowd was pretty hushed, since by now everyone could instinctively tell when someone was going to wax philosophical about the State of Things. So I will forever be indebted to my friend Jon, who, at that moment, yelled out, "Why--what happened?"
The shocked looks on the faces of the emo kids next to us were priceless.