Last night, the ropes were pulling you in

Jenny Lewis had 700 people wrapped around her little finger. From the moment she came out on stage, we were smitten. Every grin, every word, every peek from under her bangs served to reel us in further. She wandered the floor, crooned to the balcony, ripped a harmonica across her lips like she was punishing it. She wailed and screamed and softly sang the room into stillness. Even the too-cool-for-school kids were charmed into dancing and singing along. Resistance was futile.

Easily the best show I've seen this year. They sang the older favorites like "Paint's Peeling," which sounded as good as I've ever heard it. And they did 5 or 6 off the new album, including a knockout version of "Portions." But the highlight of the night was Jenny, Blake & 700 backup singers covering the Postal Service's "Such Great Heights." Lovely.

Big love to the guy who screamed "Bush is a fucker!" in between songs.

WTF?!
During the show, I look down and see $10 on the ground. So I pick it up and ask the hottie next to me if it's his. He says no and then PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET. Whuh? In the whuh whuh? But later I made him fork it over so I could go buy a beer. Moron.