Pretty Hands Do Pretty Things Only When Pretty Times Arise

Can barely move today; so tired. Got home from the Decemberists concert at a reasonable hour last night, spent the next five or six hours bouncing off the walls and the Object before work. Spending workday floating on little cloud of awesome. Like the ones in the Gooey masthead. Never spent a better forty dollars and fifty fucking cents. Full account must wait. Must figure out how to form full sentences again.

Meantime, the teasers:

• Brendan Canty. Yeah. Seriously, THAT Brendan Canty.
• Colin Meloy in an argyle sweater that kinda matched my socks. Yep, THOSE socks.
• Return of MACOF!
• Chris Funk's behind-the-scenes at the Yindieoff! Yep, THAT Yindieoff.