Now consider the case of Death Cab for Cutie, perhaps the quintessential example of musical geekitude around today. Started by vocalist-guitarist Ben Gibbard as a solo project in 1997, the Seattle quartet has evolved into becoming the patron saint of hopeless romantics, black-framed-glasses-wearing dorks and indie obsessives everywhere.
Much love goes to Gibbard's trembling tenor and his lyrics, which perpetually find him as the troubadour-equivalent of Jon Cryer's unrequited-love-laden Duckie from the classic '80s flick Pretty in Pink. "A Lack of Color" laments, "I know it's too late/I should have given you a reason to stay," while "Registration" sadly notes, "There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade/And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all."
There's not much anger in the music, but you'll find plenty at the show: Death Cab is opening for Pearl Jam as a part of the "Vote for Change" concerts set up in swing states to motivate the anti-Bush crowd. Would Jon Cryer do that?