Last night was pretty great. Sports wise, we had two game 7's and Yankees-Red Sox. My basketball teams won, my baseball team lost. I don't know how the Brewers did because I fail to recognize their existence. After grilling in the backyard with the roommates (great work as always gayger), George and I headed down to the Beirut/Sunset Rubdown show at Mercury. The place was packed to the gills, especially for Beirut. I have never heard Mercury Lounge so quiet during an artist's set before. It was crazy. It was pointed out to me though, that I rarely see shows that merit such a quiet audience. Give me Wolfmother and Art Brut any day. As for the music, well, the kid is gonna be around for a long time. Still super shy and baby-faced, he reminds me vocally of Rufus Wainright. But the melodiesand talent are very obviously there. I know it's an easy criticism to make, but his set kindof sounded like one long song. But a very pretty long song.

Next up was Sunset Rubdown. I had not heard a single song before seeing Spencer & crew live, but I love Wolf Parade so I was pretty pumped. They opened with a sparse version of I'll believe in Anything, and then played for about an hour. I left very impressed. Lots of familiar faces were there, but I never did see Dana. That is because she was down front, trying to capture all of Spencer's sweat in a cup to put on her Wolf Parade souvenir stand. ewwwwww. As Lucy informed us that Dallas-San Antonio was in overtime, Sunset Rubdown wrapped up their satisfying set and I went home to fall asleep while watching the games. Pretty killer way to start the week.

I also caught the National on Sunday night, who absolutely destroyed it, with george, who destroyed me with tequilla shots. Fuck a full weekend recap, but it was spent riding my bike, seeing the Strokes play two Ramone's cover songs and having super late night danceparties on the backyard dancefloor. Good times all around. Just really fucking rad.