This weekend I was able to catch one of my favorite bands, Beirut, at the Wiltern. Since my friend Shaun and I are old grandpas, we enjoyed the show from balcony seats, drinks in hand of course. Beirut’s gypsy-influenced, brass-heavy songs always sound like closing credits music to me, in the kind of film that made you feel happy and sad and maybe even nostalgic for something you’ve never really known before. What a goddamn sap I am. On the other hand, Beirut is also great drinking music, and you can sing along while swinging your beer from side to side, which is what I did with my wine. Zach Condon’s voice is too beautiful for me. I can’t stand it. Isn’t he just burly’ 22? Zach, have you ever made love to an older half-asian woman in a corn on the cob costume? Anyway, when the day comes for me to grow a beard and backpack throughout Europe, Beirut will definitely be providing the soundtrack.
Here’s my wardrobe remix pic before the show also. I love those superhero gold boots.
And another present since I love you so!
Beirut – “The Penalty”