Robbie Fulks

Donned my Lucinda fan club sweatshirt (you know, the one that arrived 18 months after our credit cards were charged upon joining, with an apologetic note from the subject of “Copenhagen”) last night and headed out to the Mercury Lounge on Manhattan’s Lower East Side for Robbie Fulks. He didn’t notice this wardrobe touch in our brief post-show chat, but I was able to tell a fan who did notice about Lu singing on Fulks’ Let’s Kill Saturday night record, “Pretty Little Poison.” It’s a title she can’t quite remember, but some of you have heard her mention Fulks from the stage in the context of his comment to her about the Nashville industry not being able “to deal with body fluids” in lyrics. It was a fine set of songs last night, not to mention the patter; I can’t recall ever hearing an artist use the adverb “concomitantly” correctly (or for that matter incorrectly) from the stage before. Fulks is a songsmith of a high order, quite a showman too.