Thursday, July 12, 2012
This one's for the several gals to my right last night at The Pageant who danced as if they were holding giant teddy bears. If you do not know what this looks like (and I sure didn't before last night), then you need to get out to a Beach House show. Preferably one where smoke alarms go off just at the beginning of "Irene," so timely that their piercing sounds fit perfectly within the beauty of the song itself. Here's to giant teddy bears, smoke alarms, concerts on Wednesday nights, and watching Beach House perform in the dark strobe-fog!