I had dinner with a friend whose husband is a drummer for a bunch of bands so we talked a lot of music - particularly how we've gotten so damn old that seeing a show sitting in actual seats is now preferred over standing in a mosh pit (pathetic, eh?) - over veggie burgers and sidecars at the Sidecar. She introduced me to the Red House Painters
and I her to the Phoenix Foundation
, an awesome Kiwi band, whose song All In An Afternoon I have listened to about 20 times in a row today. I encourage all you Yanks to check them out ASAP. They remind me of Broken Social Scene with a pinch of Postal Service. Good stuff.
Anyway, said friend is a school counselor at a K through 8 here in Philly and she was telling me about one of her students, who is 12 and severely autistic.
He wears a helmet and is "as autistic as you can get" and his trademark tic is a knowledge arsenal of Belle & Sebastian lyrics. She overheard him screaming/singing something that sounded familiar to her and she asked him about it and he rattled off a demand to ask him to recite any Belles lyrics and he can do it. Is that not just about the sweetest thing you've ever heard?