BRENTZILLA

 (Again, stolen from myself as I test…)

 Ah, Beirut — just came back from the show. Nearly amazing. By which I mean really, really good. But it’s weird how uncomfortable I felt when they first came on stage, and I wasn’t sure why until Doug pointed out how young they were, and how hard it was to take them seriously because of their baby-fat faces.

I didn’t expect the band to be fully bearded Eastern Europeans, shaking tin cups and clapping at a monkey clad in a red vest, smashing cymbals and topped with a fez… but they’re kids. Except for the big fat tubby one. It was his birthday, he was 30. Whatever…

Anyway. Beirut was awesome, and will get better. Lead singer might not want to get as drunk next time around, but otherwise, that was a fine show. I especially liked the drummer, he grinned like a special person most of the evening.

No, actually, I really liked the lead violinist. I wanted her to pick me out of the crowd and give me the backstage pass so she could take advantage of me. Not really (yes, really [no, not really {well…}]). But she didn’t. Weird.

In short, they performed brilliantly, beautifully. Someone said horns and strings make everyone swoon — probably true. But right now, I kinda want to fall asleep to those horns and strings.

Go read the saga of Doug’s life. He left out an important detail, but I corrected it…