This column is dedicated to all those who work or live in the suburbs and spent 31/2 hours traveling 20 miles during Monday's freak snowstorm. My fun carpool buddy and I spent the whole time listening to "Fresh Air," school closings on KYW, Jay-Z, all the while cursing and admiring the winter wonderland outside.
What we really could have used was Luna (8 tonight at the Trocadero, 10th and Arch streets, 215-922-LIVE, $14), whose frontman Dean Wareham embodies icy beauty. Remember, he was the one who once sang, "And in my dreams, I slash your tires." In this cruel world, Luna is label-less, but have released "Live," which is probably like "At the Budokan" to fans who've been waiting what seems like an eternity for something new from a band that has steadily perfected its live shows. Matt Pond PA opens, followed by an afterparty in the Balcony by the Spaceboy Records staff spinning God knows what.
