Published Feb 16, 2007I cant speak exactly to Alejandro Escovedos sex appeal due to orientation disadvantages, but its certainly a thing to wrap lips around. The walnut-brown pinstripes and pompadour, the flirtatious local nods, even the interplay between singer and fiddle player, are all part of a classy, punk-rooted deliberation on age in style. His secret? Straightforward pop not exactly uproariously original, but played with such flourished perfection you feel youre witnessing the untarnished meaning of music itself. Rail thin and exuberant about our women, drugs and restaurants, Escovedos lyrical style was live as simple as the punk he was. The swaggering "I Was Drunk is anthemic enough to exist in tattoo form, while "Castanets reminds us that if you love someone youre endeared to their flaws. "This one we stopped doing for a while as it ended up on President Bushs iPod list, said Escovedo with knives out. "Weve decided to do it again as hes on his way out. Im also sure hes never heard it. Opened briefly by the straightforward return of Toronto jokester Ben Sures, AEs seven-piece had two cello players and a rhythm section that were pissing the jealous devil off somewhere. The spicy Latino told tales of cross-border yearning, how "my parents were always singing and dancing together, and how his mom changed her name to Evita. Best of all, the band unplugged and moved forward for some stunning a cappella. Alejandros dance with the possibility of Hep-C termination made us watch him closer from our sold-out campus pillows. "I dont want to live in the past but its a large part of who I am, he stated matter-of-factual, ever with the eye contact. The funny thing is that you rarely see a singer so rooted in the exact present.