The Last Time I Saw The Mountain Goats
The last time I saw the Mountain Goats was in 2004 in Madison. They were playing in a basement coffeeshop with a capacity of maybe 100 people. I went with a friend who came in from out of town.
The last time I saw the Mountain Goats there were only two people playing on a small stage, instead of four. It was cozier, more intimate, and ultimately more enjoyable.
The last time I saw the Mountain Goats my roommate was trying to figure out what to wear on her first date with the boy she would eventually marry. We consulted her on whether she should wear her scarf in her hair or as a belt.
The last time I saw the Mountain Goats, I saw 21 Grams the following night. I went home and all my roommates were gone, and I got incredibly lonely and depressed thinking about how horrible it would be if anyone in my family died. The next morning I found out that my friend’s brother killed himself.
The last time I saw the Mountain Goats was actually last night at the Cedar, but it brought back a flood of memories.

