Aimee Mann's Valentine's Revenge

Last night's intended celebration turned into a night of consolation, when I didn't walk out of the immigration office with a greencard. But how better to console ourselves than with the music of the skeletal Aimee Mann? Friends Harrison and Laird joined us at the infamous Largo nightclub on Fairfax in L.A. (i.e. the House that Jon Brion built). It was a subdued night of music and mockery (mockery of Valentine's), as most people who know Aimee's music will know, as she has no true love songs. Mostly almost-love, bitter-love, and tainted-love songs.

Unfortunately, there was no Mike Lockwood-style guitar stunts last night, as it was a foursome, comprised of Aimee on the guitar, along with bass, drums and piano. Still, Aimee's songs are so good that even without the guitar heroics, we had a great time. The night was a lot shorter than a standard Jon Brion night, where he ends up playing well into the wee hours of the morning, but Aimee had recently had surgery on her foot, and was in no condition to play for hours. I felt consoled.