It started with a short run, which left me suffering with continuing arm pain from the tendonitis I can’t seem to shake. The day then turned happy when I met Heather for lunch, grant reviewing (sigh!) and a pedicure (oh yeah baby!) 
Then it was on to Richmond for a little further enhancement. I must have lost all sense of judgment because the ride from the West End to the National seemed to take two delightful hours, but it’s usually a 15 ninute drive! I went with delightful companions Chris and Mark, who had been a bit reluctant but I’d wanted to see Okkervil River again. I saw them open for New Pornographers but they were given short shrift. Somehow though, maybe related to my diminished judgment, or maybe to their brilliance, I was instead blown away by this opening band–Crooked Fingers. I kept thinking they were Magic Fingers–both girls had me entranced.
I bought their album and still like it, but somehow the magic of the night and the performance is not what it was live, on that evening!
Oh yeah the other band! Okkervil River was fantastic, I think. Here are some shots from my phone.
Damn! I love Crooked Fingers–had no idea they were playing!