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It's hard to imagine a more bewildering sensation for a relatively new musician than arriving in a country you've never even visited before and have people greet you like a big deal, especially when you're a young songwriter touring behind your second record of songs you recorded by yourself with sub-par equipment. That was precisely the case when Kristian Mattson, AKA The Tallest Man on Earth, came to Petit Campus to play for a sold-out crowd, in support of the stellar The Wild Hunt.

Running late as usual, I ran into la Tulipe last Friday night right at the end of Hawksley Workman’s second song of the night.  I must admit it was my virgin experience with this multi-talented performer and I was not prepared for the banter. 

Two weekends ago… 

Saturday: Sleep in. Maybe too much. Work. Climb mountain at midnight, drink beer, call toll-free sex lines with friends from payphones and try to fake credit card numbers, but fail miserably. Get scared in a graveyard, go home. Sleep at 4:00 am.  

Sunday: Work 11:30. Family dinner in Hudson. After hearing great reviews after its South by Southwest screening, boyfriend invites me to see Hot Tub Time Machine, and I’m all like “I totally want to see that, John Cusack is, like, the man of my dreams, oh my God, High Fidelity is the best LOL!”