I’d like to say some lovely and glowing things about Nik & the Central Plains and Lohio opening for Donora this past Saturday at the Thunderbird, but I didn’t get to see much of it. Do me a fave, guys – and the next time you play a show in Pittsburgh, try to make it somewhere that can accommodate all of your fans. I mean that in the nicest way possible, swear!
I’m not going to get too nostalgic here, but I remember liking Donora when they were just a no-name garage band. I have been following them for a good five years now. I hope they make it big someday. You’ve got their little stint with Post Secret, and if you watch MTV (don’t lie – you know you do), you will have probably recognized a tune of theirs by now on one of their God-awful shows about being a fat, pregnant, under appreciated, fist-pumping teenager. Ok, I may have combined four shows into one, but trust – their tunes show up on that shiyat. This often perplexes me. The avid watchers of Jersey Shore certainly cannot appreciate the music that Donora makes. Could you picture them at a show? They would be so out of place, much like that random old guy at Brillo Box who looks like he’s perpetually attending an ugly sweater party. He loves it, though, so why can’t the guidos? That’s the thing about their music. It’s catchy. Your grandma can snap to it. Your girlfriend can shake that sweet ass of hers. What’s not to like?
Other than the cramped confines of the Thunderbird, nada. The last date on a small tour with Lohio that began in early February, Donora played more new tunes than I’ve heard them play before. Maybe they will put out a new album some time in 2011. Maybe it will be the one that breaks them out. Until next time, fellow groupies.