let's hear that string part again, because i don't think they heard it all the way out in bushnell

saturday night's sufjan show at lincoln center: opens with casimir pulaski day, then goes heavy on the seven swans material. with a seven-piece string section. all my limbs fall off my body.

this is where it was:back when matt got the tickets for it, I'd assumed it would be the same as sufjan's bowery shows in august, in a classier setting. not so, idiot. those shows were like a really good party. this was like a really good movie. which I guess is only a good analogy if you really like parties but you like movies even more. pretend.

I'd say more about it but I'm tired and, I think, not as articulate about beeing flabbergasted as I was in my teens. all I can do is throw mp3s at you. it was a really moving show.

sufjan stevens - a good man is hard to find
this is from a performance on KCRW, but it's the same rendition of the song they played on saturday. just cue the strings in your mind.

anyway, yeah, so that was all well and good, but here's the better story: after the show I saw carl newman again! again, he was with his girlfriend, and again, no one around seemed to notice who he was except me. why is this, indie america?? why must you never recognize a.c. newman when he appears in public, and thus put me in the position of having to decide whether to say something?

well, I said nothing. I am ashamed. cripplingly. however, I make this pledge to you, reader: the next time I run into the lead singer of the new pornographers, I will say hi to him.

the new pornographers - the laws have changed
i really like this song and i really like this band.


oh, I almost forgot about bloc party girl!

freshman or sophomore year, my hall adopted a teenage girl via livejournal. she never knew about this, but we did, and we loved her, even though she was really into the juliana theory and stuff like that. anyway I don't know what happened to her, and I also forgot the point I was trying to make. bottom line, though, here is a teenage girl lip-syncing bloc party. awwwwww. she has tiny hands! you want her to be yours, don't you, in a totally non-creepy way.

finally, tonight I was looking for some more mashups, a search that was inspired by an old pitchfork essay that I read at work today. didn't find much that I'm not embarrassed to put up, but here's a solid one by Dunproofin (responsible for the phenomenal "janet jackson is playing at my house"):
Jackson 5 vs. Fatboy Slim - Booty of Choice

anyone got any other good ones? I'm in need.