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Luna Observation

By GEOFF JOHNSTON

Published on December 20, 2007

Luna, formed in the early 1990s in part from the fallout of indie/college rock luminaries The Feelies and Galaxie 500, was perhaps one of the quietest acts of that decade's alternative rock explosion. Sleepy reverb and melancholy melodies propelled the band through a heyday aligned with that of MTV's 120 Minutes, producing such modern classics as Lunapark and Penthouse; albums that become less "modern" if exponentially enchanting by the minute. When bands such as Letters to Cleo and Spacehog went the way of, well, Letters to Cleo and Spacehog, Luna forged on. But all awesome things must come to an abruptly uncomfortable end. The band called it quits in 2005, dragged their happy asses out for one last tour, and allowed filmmaker Matthew Buzzell to document the swan song for prosperity. The resulting film captures a not-so-youthful band traveling, performing and facing pop obsolescence while trying to sell enough T-shirts to afford a hotel room for the night. Tell Me Do You Miss Me screens at 8:30 p.m. Wednesday at AllGood Café, 2934 Main St. There's a suggested $5 donation at the door. Call 214-742-5362 or visit allgoodcafe.com.
Wed., Dec. 26, 8:30 p.m., 2007



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