Lovlier now, but dressed for a funeral

Last night I was doing the hipster shuffle (not the actual dance, I was just shuffling around trying to see around some bitch in front of me trying to take a picture. Guess what? IT'S A BLACKBERRY NOT A CAMERA SHITS GONNA SUCK!) at the Silver Jews show when I noticed a dude rocking out next to Jenni wearing boat shoes and man-capris. BOAT SHOES! SRSLY?! AAAAUUUGHHH.

The show was fanfuckingtastic, those of you that were not in attendance should be seriously bummed but the boat shoes reminded me that Vampire Weekend has a new song out for that new movie Michael Cera is in. You know, that one where he's lookin' all kinds of underage and hot:

Yeah, on the right. George Michael Bluth. Fetch my smelling salts!

Back to Vampire Weekend, the original boat shoe band. Megan calls them "the cable-knit sweater band." Both are accurate:


I'm pretty sure these dudes just spend what I make in a year on polo shirts and write songs about Gossip Girl. The new song, "Ottoman," sounds like every other Vampire Weekend song mushed together. They also revisit that line about Peter Gabriel and I thought I adequately expressed in previous posts that PETER GABRIEL IS NEVER UNNATURAL. Above that, who do these bitches think they are? Spencer Krug? Your songs may not "share some themes and lyrics," Vampire Weekend. I mean, they're pretty good and all, I just wish I would have thought of the band name first because my version of Vampire Weekend would be way more brutal. Or it would be a movie about going on a mini-vacation for a romantic weekend and you just turn into a vampire and fuck shit up.

Son, grab your things, I've come to take you home,

'stina