I’ve been a fan of Conan O’Brien’s talk show since college. Tall, red-headed, literate, funny — he’s like the dream. I’ve watched his show pretty consistently for the better part of 20 years. Though my viewership has fallen off quite a bit since the election of the Racist Gameshow Host. That’s more to do with my being just fucking done with men’s stories and jokes and art and pretty much everything. I’m 46 years old and I’m full up of men’s stuff. So done that I only watch Conan sporadically.
Despite this, whenever Conan has on a musical guest I super adore I feel like it’s a special signal from the Universe that it loves me and wants me to be happy. I also feel this whenever the first song I hear on the radio is The Replacements and if I eat a minibox of Dots that has one of each color in it.
In the words of the great Amanda Shires, “everything’s a sign if you want it to be.”
All this is to say that I’m super pumped that Phoebe Bridgers is on Conan. Her record “Stranger in the Alps” is my favorite one of 2017 that I didn’t really discover until 2018.