Showing posts with label Mustache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mustache. Show all posts

Friday, February 6, 2009

You! Me! Dancing! @ the Rathskeller.

Tomorrow I will be singing and dancing to pure pop joy. I will drink beer and sing along with any friends that are about, perhaps new ones.

Here's a tune: "Death to Los Campesinos!"

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Evening Hymn

Tonight's hymn, brought to you by Beirut.

This song, along with the video, has dancing, mustaches, wine-n-whimsy, and a certain Gypsy-ness that is not entirely trustworthy. Hence, I love it.
Zach Condon is the real McCoy. Whatever Old-Worldness that he may affect, it seems genuine. From the various write ups, he sounds like a real-life globe traipsing tramp.

Enjoy. Lets bang the shit out of metal garbage cans. Raise some racket, hell and Cain.
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