Steak knives, in the middle of the night
The Minor Thirds are sweet and sour sauce. They are agitated and relaxed, confident and insecure, weary and excited to see you. Their smile shines, like a knife. They are ambitious homebodies. They invite you in for tea and ask you personal questions that nearly make you cry. Should you laugh at their jokes? Was that even a joke? Nearly.
The Minor Thirds are a band from Portland, Oregon whose latest album is called Nebraska From Afar. On it they play a jittery classical guitar, an upright bass, a snare and cymbal, and add whatever they can—accordions, trumpets, theramins, tiples, ad hoc gospel choirs. Melodies and lyrics get bandied about like water balloons in a fire. They promise it will be fun. Come in from the rain, they say, and have some tea. They promise not to make you cry. They promise.
The Minor Thirds occasionally play shows. There are a ton of mp3s you can listen to, including the first song off their new album, "Houston".
