Last night I saw some crazy shit, shit I want to write down before I forget it really happened and start thinking I dreamt it (which will happen in about two hours). What I saw was Stephen Malkmus (of Pavement fame) and the Jicks (of Malkmus fame), concluding what I’m guessing was a high-paying gig that they didn’t seem too excited about (the Lucky Strike cigarettes service industry appreciation party) with 3 priceless covers:

1. Violent Femmes – Blister in the Sun. I thought this was a joke, and it was, but they meant it too. Never thought I’d see Mr. Pavement mouthing those immortal words, kicking up memories of adolescent nicotine fiends, 13 year old rebels swirling around at the 8th grade dance, back when this song somehow seemed dangerous, like those 60′s documentaries on VH1. It was like junior high, but more ironic, which is to say: AWESOME.

2. The Ronettes – Be My Baby. For this one the drummer and Malkmus switched places. Totally cute.

3. The OC Theme Song. Didn’t recognize this one at first, then the girlfriend clued me in. Like, woah. The godfather of indie rock tips his hat to the poster-show of the nu radio-friendly indie revolution. Half expected Doc (from Back to the Future) to show up and cut this short due to serious space-time continuum rupture type shit. The only reason I can think of for his non-appearance (besides that one about movies being fake) is that Malkmus didn’t really know the words. I don’t either but I’m pretty sure they’re nothing like, “The ocean, it sure smells likes fish.” Funny, funny shit.