i was at this party of a friend of a friend of mine. it was at a nice townhouse in an outer suburb, not really in the thick of things. as is my habit, i had found the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house, and went to stake my claim, in this case the couch near the fireplace.

people came and went from the couch, i chatted with some of them, sometimes i listened. i got into a conversation about music with this one guy, along with the friend i came in with. he looked really familiar, but i couldn't place him.

members of the band the jayhawks were at the party, so i was pretty sure he was a musician.

so after he left the couch, i asked my friend who it was.

'grant hart,' she said.

ack. husker du is among my favorite bands, but i never bothered to stare at the band members in liner notes, had never seen them in concert, and had never seen pics of them in magazines (that i remember). perhaps it was a good thing i didn't recognize him, there was no chance to act like a fangeek.

then again, maybe i should wear my glasses in public.