“Adorable.” “Cute.” “Swedish.” These are all words that get thrown around by bloggers whenever Jens Lekman plays a show, and this past Saturday’s soiree seems to be no different. This was my fourth timing seeing the oh-so-silent one, but only my first time seeing him in the past year. After taking such a long break from him, I figured I would be treated to a new stage show, maybe a new set, and I was even holding out some hope for some new banter and stories. You see, about two years ago I had a good friend make a trip to Philadelphia to see Lekman, and she came back gushing about his witty repartee with the crowd, his all-girl band, and the various other quirks that have come to define his live shows. Because of her ecstatic review, I decided to venture out and see him for the first time. Adorable, cute, Swedish.

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I wasn’t sure if this is something I should be writing on here since there were no bands present and so therefore, no live show to report about, but then I was like “Fuck it, if the Observer is writing about it, and the Misshapes are djing it, and the host of the night is immitated on Saturday Night Live the same evening, and if the master of ceremonies is the official Stolen Transmission nightlife photographer, then yes, it’s appropriate to be covered in this blog and so I’m sorry it’s taken so long!

Pics after the jump.
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