Death Cab For A Cutie (& Me)

I'm excited. We're going to see Rogue Wave and Death Cab For Cutie tonight. Is there a whiter sentence than that? I guess I could have said "and we're going out for tapas beforehand and then I think we'll go shopping for some new Tevas at that organic cotton outerwear store." Yeah, that's better.

I'm fully expecting to be rocked/bummed out simultaneously by the awesome power of Ben Gibbard & Co.'s sad-sack indie poppery. Which would be a great name if this whole rock thing doesn't pan out and they decide to open up an old timey popcorn stand at some farmer's market in like Portland or something. Portland seems like a popcorn town, doesn't it? Portlanders like popcorn. I read that somewhere. Maybe in the Bible. But only if it's like organic, free-range, cruelty-free popcorn. Portland was founded by Hippies, you know. It's true. Look it up on Wikipedia. Totally true.

Here's a video from Death Cab's last album, Plans. It's sad. Oh so sad. But also pretty (the song and the video, that is):

So yeah, Death Cab tonight. If you haven't, pick up their newest, Narrow Stairs. It's goooood, hence it's two weeks as BRR Album Of the Week. (This/last week's selection, Mates Of State's Rearrange Us, is also pretty awesome. Very recommended.)

Oh, and by the way, what the heck are tapas? I seriously don't get it. It's like you just eat a bunch of appetizers for dinner? Really?

Uh, we already have that here in the USA. It's called Chili's. Freaking tricky Spaniards - you are not fooling me. Not for one second.