I saw Dirty Projectors Thursday night. Didn't really know what to expect. Heard an album before. Can't say I liked it. Very mathy. Lots of time signatures that seemed anti-know-what-the-hell-is-going-on. I tried listening to them Thursday morning before catching the bus to work. Made me tense. Listened to some NPR podcast instead. Calmed me right down.
Anyhow, went with a couple South Park neighbors. Met one of their touchy-feely friends. Nice enough guy, but, "Dude, you can look but keep your hands to yourself." You know what I'm saying? No? Forget that part then.
Surprise! Dirty Projectors were good. Not great music so much, though they obviously know what they are doing. It was arty. Very, very arty. Asymmetrical as all get out. People were dancing the shit out of the place, though. I liked them. Respect them. Ipod listening still makes me a little tense, but I actually bought one of their CDs at the show.
Did I mention it's a CD of covers?