I honestly never thought I would get a chance to see Desaparecidos play live. By far my favorite of Conor Oberst's projects, I had filed it away as one of those things where you go out to see whatever newer project comes along, because it's the closest thing. (Think: Hey Mercedes, the Mars Volta). So Desparecidos' small West Coast tour after an Omaha-only reunion tease was exciting. And they didn't disappoint. Their decade-old songs were still played with as much angst and sheer noise as they were recorded with, and the aggression that fueled them lives on.
The show cleared one thing up: Desaparecidos 10 years later doesn't suck. What it didn't answer: What is this obsession thing with Conor Oberst?! How did he become this strange sex-symbol/prophet/best-friend hybrid that makes women all over the country stalk him obsessively? I don't get it—I really don't. It's not even a case of being a big fan of his music, so you go to a couple shows of the tour or see his other bands when you can. These people talk about him like he is a dear, dear friend: a person they know. They are happy for him when he's rumored to be taking it easy on the drugs/booze because "it's really good for him, he's doing so much better." They throw around speculations on his love life: "but she's a really good person, and he's happy with her, so I guess it's okay that it's not me." WHAT IS THIS ABOUT.
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Um. Right. Desaparecidos also put out some new songs this month, one of which can be listened to here. More photos of Conor for you to
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