The Sunday NYT features a gripping “Modern Love” column in which comedienne Julie Klausner has sex with an indie rocker who doesn’t text back promptly. Even though found his stereotypical, passive shtick annoying, she thought he was cute and was mildly disappointed when it turned out he was only interested in casual sex. Aside from his having an illegitimate child, most of the details regarding this awkward singer are pretty damn universal. Universal enough that one might wonder what the hell she was expecting from the dalliance, and definitely universal enough that there’s no guarantee that this guy is even famous. But we can dream.
What we know (assuming this isn’t bullshit):
• He’s cute.
• He hangs out at NYC karaoke nights.
• Karaoke nights where you can do “Christmas Wrapping” by the Waitresses.
• He doesn’t use capital letters in e-mails.
• He has sharp cheekbones.
• “He’s an indie rock dreamboat. His voice is transcendent and he writes lovely lyrics. He has a nice face, he has a kid and he tours a lot. He’s a star in his world.”
• His music is “typical emo stuff: droney, thick, exhausting, but obviously heartfelt.”
• His babymama lives overseas.
Seeing as how the little boy has yellow hair, I want to assume it’s Evan Dando. Sure, I don’t know if Evan has a kid, and it’s probable that Klausner would have known of him already, but still. Evan Dando. Mmmm.
Here’s a clip of Julie Klausner singing “Honky Cat” with some cats.
She performs at Joe’s Pub looking that good, and this is the first time a rock musician not looking for commitment tried to hit her up? Really?