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Beneath these fireworks

Matt Nathanson is a funny guy. He has the witty rapport with audiences that a to-remain-unnamed singer-songwriter used to have before hitting the cover of Rolling Stone. Matt, an ebullient San Francisco songster, played an acoustic show at Music Millennium yesterday, regaling us with tales of booming hiphop basslines emerging from foreboding New York SUVs (and what did the song turn out to be? Not Eminem, but Spandau Ballet:"Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohh / I know this much is true . . ."), and philosophising that those audience members too uncomfortable to participate in a singalong had probably never had an orgasm. He also admitted that the reason his evening show at the Aladdin was sold out was because his mom bought all the tickets. And I imagine it was an excellent one, if his afternoon performance was any indication. Catchy, plaintive love songs from his first major-label release.