So I didn't get to see Otter Petter last night because I got pulled into the black void that is Wicker Park nightlife. I'm sure I'll get plenty more chances. A friend insists they suck anyway, but I'm not letting my opinion be swayed so easily. Perhaps she doesn't care for mindless pop with lyrics you don't have to delve to deeply into, or she wants something that has to surprise her at every turn. Sometimes I just want to enjoy the music. Frankly, after several listens to their album, I find they're talented and the melodies are fairly catchy. Sure, they may not be the next Radiohead or big thing or whatever, but not everything we listen to can be The Greatest Thing Ever. We leave that distinction to the sound of my dog whining incessantly while I'm trying to sleep. Believe me, it's on constant rotation on my ipod. I hear he's playing Pitchfork this year. You heard it here first.