Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


rock on.

Saw Interpol tonight at the Michigan Theater. And considering I only know two of their songs, it was a very solid performance. There's something about live music in a college town that's even more intoxicating than your favorite beer. It has to do with the energy of the crowd, the smoke hanging like a fog bank above the stage, and the radiant heat thrown off by hundreds of indie rock fans. Never mind that the group of MBA1s I went with were a bit outside (read: "OLD") of the target demographic.

(it looks like the final scene from "close encounters", eh?)

So if you find yourself within thirty minutes of a live Interpol show, get after it. You won't be disappointed.


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