This week, my friend Bailey surprised me with recycled tickets to the sold out Vampire Weekend show at Stubb's as a thank you for taking him to Fun, fun, fun fest.
I went thinking that the band wouldn't live up to the hype; I went thinking that the crowd lining Red River waiting to get in would be disappointed; I went thinking that my friend John, who claims VW is "the real deal" would be really wrong.
John, you were right. They totally killed it. The video clip doesn't do it justice but the crowd throughout their set covering their eponymous album and the more recent Contra was enthusiastic at the least and damn rowdy at most (Bailey's spilled drink can attest to that).
I'd see them again fosho.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
After the jump:
Dudemen.
Y'all may or may not have realized this, but my presence in the blogosphere has been spotty if not absent in the last months. My new career as educator and taskmaster has kicked my ass.
But, as I sit at my teacher desk on a Friday night, I see a glimmer of hope...summer. I feel it; my skin crawls with the craving for stretches of time when I answer to no one but me--"Resalin"--not "Ms. Rago" or "Rago." My first name has never sounded so good.
To get us ready for my birth season, here's my new favorite single, Rocket by Goldfrapp. I believe it's appropos.
Y'all may or may not have realized this, but my presence in the blogosphere has been spotty if not absent in the last months. My new career as educator and taskmaster has kicked my ass.
But, as I sit at my teacher desk on a Friday night, I see a glimmer of hope...summer. I feel it; my skin crawls with the craving for stretches of time when I answer to no one but me--"Resalin"--not "Ms. Rago" or "Rago." My first name has never sounded so good.
To get us ready for my birth season, here's my new favorite single, Rocket by Goldfrapp. I believe it's appropos.
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