Here I Dreamt I Was A Decemberist

The Whigs, RJD2, The Walkmen, Cold War Kids. Such was the March Madness season of live music, a near-unbeatable feat of magic and wonder.

But then, tonight, April ushered a mighty retaliation in the form of something unexpectedly epic.

The Decemberists.

Grand enough in scale thanks to Chris Crack, a budding feud with Fall Out Boy, a crazy high drummer, "The Crane Wife" 1-3 in complete succession, a hot air balloon dress , a near suicidal South Carolinian in the upper left balcony, and a giant whale costume with subsequent audience lamenting, Colin Meloy had to go and top it all.

He invited us on stage.

Jeremy Huynh and I gladly accepted the invitation.

For "Sons and Daughters," three feet away from Colin, and within cuddling distance of the bassist, we sang for all of Raleigh. And we danced. And we rejoiced.


As you can tell in this picture with said bassist working his arm out of Huynh's ear, we were more than elated to be in the company of gods. Not so happy, however, to get lost in Raleigh afterwards. But we had the comfort of Cook Out milkshakes and the backdrop of OK Computer, so all was well in the world.