Lucy Dacus has not sold out in Milwaukee, WI yet. Let's drive to fucking Wisconsin

I mean, concert season strikes back, dude. Bands flying around venues like hummingbirds grasping honey. Keep your expectations checked as well. Sites are starting to open as tours are being announced, so people are getting wild. Hold your fists up, keep your chin low. Don't quite it after seeing that it got sold, don't pay four times the price in a resale. A blow in your guts. Get creative and fight back! This is a free-for-all rumble.

 


If you live in Minneapolis and your heart broke not once but twice after seeing Lucy Dacus' concert being sold out, rescheduled, and sold out again. Come closer and shake hands with me.  You don't need to keep reading. As of today, Wednesday, January 26, 2022, there are tickets at the show in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, on February 14, 2022. Have the romantic date with your significant other or a fucking "sad white girl" driving of your dreams if you are as alone and sad as me LOL. Join and rejoice at this Saint Valentine's pilgrimage. 

I guess now I should talk about Lucy Dacus. Oh boy, where should I start? She rocks hard, I mean, her music feels like she would punch you in the face if you would have dared to annoy her at high school. Her lyrics are so compelling. It triggers you hard. I cannot stop engaging every time I hear one of he songs (including the staring ones in Boygenius, a band that she fucking formed and led). 

Lucy Dacus' last album is a well-crafted collection of personal stories. The detail in the narration make those reliable, close. In lyrics like "You called me cerebral"/ I didn't know what you meant/ But now I do, would it have killed you/To call me pretty instead?," there is a smart portraying of characters and a feeling that there is so much going on with them. Perhaps the stronger is Thumbs. She recently made an interview at Song Explorer explaining the story behind, and she made an amazing framing of a personal experience to a song. It's honestly very heartbreaking. 

THUMBS

You hung up the phone
And I asked you what was wrong
Your dad has come to town
He'd like to meet
I said "You don't have to see him"
But for whatever reason you can't tell him no
So we meet him at a bar
You were holding my hand hard
He ordered rum and coke
I can't drink either anymore
He hadn't seen you since the fifth grade
Now you're nineteen and you're five-eight
He said "Honey, you sure look great
Do you get the checks I send on your birthday?"
I would kill him
If you let me
I would kill him
Quick and easy
Your nails are digging
Into my knee
I don't know
How you keep smiling
I love your eyes
And he has them
But you have his
'Cause he was first
I imagine my thumbs on the irises
Pressing in until they burst
I clear my throat
And say we ought to get home
He offers us a ride
I reply "No, that's alright"
And when we leave
You feel him watching
So we walk a mile in the wrong direction
I would kill him
If you let me
I would kill him
Quick and easy
Your nails are digging
Into my knee
I don't know
How you keep smiling
I don't know
How you keep smiling
I don't know
How you keep smiling
I wanna take your face between my hands and say
"You two are connected by a pure coincidence
Bound to him by blood, but baby, it's all relative
You've been in his fist ever since you were a kid
But you don't owe him shit even if he said you did
You don't owe him shit even if he said you did"

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