::GYPPED::Last night, Austin and I walked through the chill to the Gypsy Tea Room to see the band
Styrofoam (because, you know, Belgian pop rules). Surprisingly, the opener had cancelled and we were treated to Alias instead, with whom we were familiar, and whose blend of digital scratching and rap made for what Austin called "glitch-hop." Good show!

The keyboard player would not stop moving; it was grand. He smiled the whole time, bopped his head, bit his lip, closed his eyes, and was a joy to watch.
And we go back to the GTR, this time to the ballroom, tonight to see Caribou. Thank god for youth.
Then, on the way home, a guy followed us for two or three blocks singing The Temptations' "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" (all the way though!) for money. He wasn't a bad singer, and his meta-ness impressed me, but he made direct references to Austin's wisdom in standing between me and himself. It was like, "Hey, I'm a threat, let me sing to you."