Matt and Kim are the complete package, a minimal two piece pop music machine. I’m so happy we got to see them. Last time they were in town Kevin, their manager and my former band-mate, called from the Bug Jar to tell us to get down there but we were out at Peggi’s mom’s place. This time they came to town in a huge tour bus with a trailer of equipment in tow and they parked behind the Water Street Music Hall while Donnis warmed up the room.
Kevin put us on the guest list and took us upstairs where we grabbed front row seats in the balcony right next to our friend Olga. Matt and Kim smile relentlessly and Kim’s smile is incredibly infectious. She’s a Joan Jett style tomboy with a swinging, stripped down drum kit, no rack tom or hi-hat and only one cymbal. She spent a good bit of the set standing on top of her kick drum. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Maybe some of the girls watch Matt play his keyboards but I doubt it. No wonder her’s was only picture on the balloons thy released. Kim is a star but Matt did write one hell of an anthem.
We hung around after the show while the crowd threw money at the merch table. I considered buying one of their Treehouse t-shirts but I’m desperately trying to bring less stuff into my life. Our garage, that I spent the summer cleaning out, may soon be stuffed with my mother-in-laws stuff. This will be a lifelong struggle. And I would have bought a 45 but the only vinyl there was an English pressing and I’m partial to the big hole American ones.
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dude buy that treehouse shirt! I designed that!