I’ve returned to Brooklyn not long ago from seeing Jose Gonzalez at the Living Room. The show was good, but the ridiculously crowded nature of it had my hackles raised; I spent a good portion of Mr. Gonzalez’s quietly understated set grumbling and seething in the back, wondering if I shouldn’t have let this one go, if the Sound Fix instore on Sunday hadn’t been enough.

And then he closed out his set with a cover. And I thought, damn, this sounds familiar. I tried to place the vocals in comparison to the vocals in the original. I thought, Liz Frasier; holy shit, a Cocteau Twins cover.

And then I realized: right singer, wrong band. Holy shit, I said to myself, he’s covering Massive Attack’s “Teardrop”. On an acoustic guitar.

Let me say this again.

He was covering Massive Attack’s “Teardrop” on an acoustic guitar.

Hot damn.

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Saw the Ateh Theater Group’s production of The Girl in the Flammable Skirt on Friday. It was, I would say, a good night at the theatre — surreal and bittersweet and intimate and thoughtful. Based on short stories by Aimee Bender, the five shorter works that comprise the play show us miraculous events but hold transcendence at arm’s length.

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As weekends go, this was a damn good one.

Of course, it’s Tuesday now. Damn.

No, wait. Wednesday. Argh.