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Ever wonder what became of Jimmy Jet, the boy who turned into his TV set (from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends)? Well, rumor has it that, these days, he’s a living, breathing triviabot holed up in an efficiency—continuously broadcasting the pop-culture minutiae of his childhood. He starts up conversations by merely reciting the cast of What’s Happening!!. His awkward attempts at seduction consist of thrusting a pile of his Laverne & Shirley fan fiction into some startled girl’s hands. The poor guy is such a dry-humper of nostalgia that he, blessed be the saints, is actually nostalgic for nostalgia. In particular, the nostalgia for mid-’90s indie rock that was nostalgic for a ’70s sitcom that was, in a mad Escherian turn, nostalgic for the teen scene of the ’50s. Talk about turning in yer widening gyre! So, that is to say, he misses the lunchbox pop of D.C. quartet Tuscadero (named after either Fonzie’s girlfriend or her sister). On The Pink Album, the band dropped junk-culture gems such as “Nancy Drew” and the Suzi Quatro ode “Leather Idol.” Melissa Farris—one of the primary songwriters in Tuscadero—has successfully moved on from constant allusions to the glass teat. The Long Goodbye, one of her newer outfits (the other’s called Dame Fate), seems to focus more on the hurt of desire than the smirk of satire. For example, “Dawn of Understanding,” a contribution to the recent Kill Rock Stars comp Fields and Streams, is an irony-free “relationship song.” Its ’60s-style organ is more ornamentation than affectation, and the Long Goodbye’s commitment to “her”-monies is refreshing amid all of the overhyped caterwauling of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Quails. The Long Goodbye plays with Uniform, Die Lorelei, and Falcor at XX p.m. Friday, Nov. 22, at the Velvet Lounge, 915 U St. NW. $XX. (202) 462-7625. (David Dunlap Jr.)