Decemberists

Last Sunday, I went to the Decemberist concert. All I can say is wow. I mean, wow. They were the cat's meow. They were a summer sunshine during winter. They were a poncho at sea world. Everything good in this world equals the Decemberists. The lead singer even walked off stage to vomit after one song, then came back and sang the rest of the set. That is dedication. Not to mention that its only expected from the greatest folk/indie band (only slightly behind Cloud Cult) ever to hit my life.