We went to Seattle yesterday to see The Mynabirds and Barton Carroll. Technically, they were the opening acts for Crooked Fingers (who kind of suck), so they only got to play a 45-minute set each. But both of them kicked ass, which was quite a delight. Lynn purchased Carroll’s CD for me, on account of I find the idea of purchasing swag directly from the artist kind of awkward (“Oh, I would like this CD, the one with your, the cashier’s, face on it. Do you have change for a twenty in your wallet?”) and rightly so as I understand finger puppets were somehow involved in the transaction.