So while I don't care about them musically they do bring back a tinge of Brooklyn nostalgia for me, including going to the Separation Sunday release party and Robert fucking Christgau himself showing up to nudge me & Op out of the nice corner we'd buried ourselves into. So I couldn't help but read this writeup on their 20th anniversary show:
It was a fittingly rowdy birthday bash for these guys. The Hold Steady might have started as Brooklyn’s finest bar band, dabbling in Last Waltz cosplay when they were barely into their thirties. But by now, they’ve been doing it even longer than The Band circa The Last Waltz. This band loves to revel in rock & roll rituals and fetishize the details, so they did this occasion right. It was exactly two decades after their first show, in the same room—Northsix back then, now Music Hall of Williamsburg. The Hold Steady started up in the early-2000s New York scene of the Meet Me in the Bathroom era, Midwest boys in the big city. They cleverly styled themselves as old-school rockers, flying the flannel to contrast with their skinny-tie dance-punk peers. They were jailbreaking with Thin Lizzy and junglelanding with Bruce when everyone else wanted to reinvent the Gang of Four wheel.
BROOKLYN FOREVER.
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