… And then I came back and couldn’t think of any clever post titles.
Anyway! This last week, I went to Portland, Ore., and saw Beirut, my current favorite band.
Portland was nice, especially the part where I got hit on while riding the train.
But Beirut was awesome. They were all like: Flugelhorn this and trumpet that and here’s some accordion, y’all!
They opened with Scenic World, and then they played Elephant Gun, which I mistakenly called Postcards from Italy, and then they played Nantes, and I was like, oh, oops, that’s Postcards from Italy, and then later they played Postcards from Italy, and I was like, how am I such an idiot I can’t remember the names of songs by my favorite band except for Postcards from Italy?
Also, they played three songs off their soon-to-be-released new album, which were awesome and I can’t wait, and there was this nice couple in front of us (I brought my daughter and my mother) who made sure nobody blocked our way, so I could see Zachary Francis Condon flugel his little horn out!
So it was quite lovely, and then the next day I got up at 5 a.m. and drove for eight hours.