When I went to that huge Obama rally in Waterfront Park way back in May (man, does that seem like a long time ago now), the Decemberists played a song I could have sworn was about Valerie Plame. It was hard to tell from where I was standing in the crowd.

Sure enough, the band did pen an ode to the spy who had her cover blown. It's the first track on their new EP, Always The Bridesmaid: Volume I. And I thought Colin Meloy only cared about tragic stories involving people born prior to 1920.

If you're curious, you can hear the song over on Blogtown.

The Decemberists are also set to return to the Crystal Ballroom over Thanksgiving weekend. I think I might have to pass. I've seen the band four times now live. Shouldn't there be a limit to this sort of thing, even if the lead singer lives in the same city?

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