Blog: L.A. RECORD

Caroline Weeks had Spaceland sitting cross-legged on the floor with hands politely folded in their laps. One fellow with candle wax melted atop his head perched on a stool near the stage—were those tears gathered at his eyes? Or makeup? His named turned out to be Debutante, of San Francisco. He performed with opener Universe. I wish I caught their act, but to enter a room in the throws of Caroline Weeks was a riveting, awkward moment worth cherishing. It's rare you walk into a concert and feel like excusing your tardiness to the tea party.