Matt and I went to Brooklyn twice on Saturday — first to run over the Brooklyn Bridge (which nearly turned me into a popsicle) and second to see The National. The show was great, and I haven’t stopped listening to them since. Thanks, Kelly, for giving us the tickets rather than resorting to black-market commerce!
Elle took me to see (a slimmer) howie day at joe’s pub tonight. Nobody broke any phones and britney wasn’t there, but the whole night I felt like I was participating in or transported to my college life (but with better beer, better food, and better seats). The show was great, but short — a nice balance of the classics and new stuff. I’m still a sucker for the live fusion of acoustic and electronic music in the ghost->beams of light transition. It’s hard to believe it’s been seven or eight years since the first time we saw him. Thanks Elle!
