So Catherine, Scott and I saw Fountains of Wayne last night. For those unfamiliar with the band... well, you're missing out. They're a merciless pop juggernaut. Also, their guitarist looks a little like X-Pac.

I wouldn't say the show was quite as good musically as the last time we saw them play 9:30. Still, the performance benefitted a lot from not having a drunk redneck incessantly warbling into my ear while gesticulating wildly with his beer bottle -- a feature of their last DC performance. In fact, the demographics of the crowd had changed quite a bit over the last few months, presumably on the strength of Stacy's Mom. There were a lot of people who listen to stations named "MIX" chaperoning a lot of people who listen to stations named "HOT". On the one hand it was kind of weird, but on the other I'm now feeling a lot more comfortable about those Hillary Duff tickets I got off EBay.

Most confusing moment: opening act Leona Naess encouraging the crowd to sing along, saying "I know you can do better than those people in Virginia!" Whuh? I guess they played a VA date the night before; still, did she think the club was filled with, you know, just folks from the neighborhood? Maybe I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm thinking the number of Howard University students at the show last night was pretty close to zero.