Magnetic Fields were great last night. Though it's hard watching extremely jet-lagged and sleepy musicians perform songs so quiet and slow as to qualify as lullabies; it seemed like self-inflicted torture. You just wanted to give them a glass of warm milk and send them off to bed.

Maybe by tonight they'll be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Well not Stephin Merritt... Not him, not ever. But maybe the rest of them.