1. Phoenix is the perfect band for confused era which thinks that keytars sideburns, suspenders spandex gypsy caravan music and plaid go together. They don’t. They do.
Anyone who writes a song about the effect Liszt had on his fans, and a track named 1901, should perform at every high school history class from here to eternity.
Sorry math you don’t have anyone doing this for ya.
2. Of the 334343837 things I’ve been invited and alerted to this week I have no clue which ones I should go to. HELP. Being sick for a long weekend re-acquainted me with the perverse joys of Law & Order and serial killer’s torture rooms, but I can’t just do that this week, it’s literally on every channel. I started to choose between which murder would be more interesting. Today I chose a charred burn victim over a stabbing. Oh man.
3. Walking around Park Slope under the moon listening to Leonard Bernstein is thrilling. Really thrilling. Take a 1 1/2 hr 3 mile walk thrilling. OK whatever throw Goodbye Earl in there somewhere.