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This past week has been wonderfully refreshing. We're talking windows open and cool breezes lofting through the house. An unbelievably amazing contrast to the exaggerated presence of summer's oppressive heat. Not to mention Monday night's Ratatat show and all the beauty of the full moon. SO GOOD.

This footage from the show at Stubb's gives you the gist of the evening. It may seem a little eh at the beginning, but it picks up and straight SHREDS at 00:45. I mean, they had the lights goin', smoke blowin' and a crowd just EATING IT UP. Incredible.

In addition to the liberation of being able to dance at a show without leaving looking like a sea creature, the weather has helped me slow down and reevaluate. The months have been flying by and overwhelming me with all sorts of unexpected twists and turns: trips to NY and NOLA, career moves, new projects, yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Enough already. Give me a mustache and a beer and let's slow this ship down.

(via Certified Random)

why is it that bubbles make this video funny and maybe, just maybe, slightly less creepy?

There's a lot of great music coming to town over the next few weeks. I guess Austin City Limits will be the big deal, but I'm not even sure I'll make it out there. My experience is that it's kind of a shit show. I'd like to check out Erykah Badu and Beck's performances on Saturday, but I'm going to play it by ear and see what happens.

Honestly, I'm way more hyped about The Walkmen playing at The Parish next month and the new season of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Maybe it's an early onset of winter hibernation. Bring it on.

The Walkmen - Red Moon

I have to say The Walkmen's new album, You & Me, is absolutely beautiful. My friends at The Sound of Marching Feet recently posted this performance of "In The New Year" that prompted me to immediately buy my tickets. Hamilton Leithauser somehow manages to make all that screaming seem completely relaxing. How is that even possible?

my semi-inappropriate anthem du jour

Consistent with my shameless love for Wu-Tang and my prideful New York roots, I have recently been awed by Ratatat's synthed out, electro-hop "Stomp Remix," featuring Young Buck, TI, The Game & Ludacris. Wow, what a roster, right?

While the original version of "Stomp" isn't really my cup of tea, the remix jacks-up all of the collaborator's high-points tenfold and polishes it off with Ratatat's signature overcoat of fun-inducing hip-hop/electro beats. Ratatat's sound is so tight that the duo (Mike Stroud and Evan Mast) manage to even out and earn the ridiculousness of the original track's lyrical content. Face it, if the beat's good enough, it doesn't really matter what nonsense is being boasted about.

For my taste, the lyrical bling of this remix only contributes to my feeling of self-satisfaction as I humorously bump it on the mean (or rather, clean?) streets of Austin whenever I feel the urge. While I am easily amused and often feel the urge, I know moderation is key with any of life's pleasures. So I try to refrain from overindulgence and save it only for the most appropriate of occasions:

No milk for my cereal? Stomp

Why is there an empty o.j. in the fridge? I gots to Stomp!

Cut off in traffic? Holy STOMP!

Gas at 4.00/gal?? STOMP!!

hungry hearted

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my semi-inappropriate anthem du jour

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