
Meet Matthew Cooke, a Stranger reader who has vowed to do everything The Stranger suggests for the entire month of February. Look for his reports daily on Slog. —Eds.
One of the reasons I took on this insane endeavor was to replace those nights I might otherwise spend on the couch, slack-jawed in the dull light of television, with the bracing shock of the new. And while I can’t say that Nouvelle Vague did anything “new” per se, they’ve mastered the art of reinvention.
Eric Grandy’s recommendation referenced bossa nova, so I figured I could talk my bossa-loving friend Chris into going with me. He wasn’t disappointed; the band, fronted by a pair of attractive and enticingly lascivious ladies, was smooth as hell, colored by a jazzy and cool, Sergio Mendez-like sensibility.
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