The Shins

After bitter and crushing disappointment last year, I finally got tickets to see The Shins this summer. I hadn't been this excited about a show since Duff and I went to Interpol at Hammerstein. McCarren Pool in Williamsburg was the location. Are The Shins one of my favourite bands? I'd be ashamed to say no. What would that say about my musical tastes! The lads were in adorable matching outfits. James Mercer is the singer, but the short one is definitely the boss. He was a jolly little chap. There was a lot more bass and drums than on the records which gave the songs a bigger, exciting, arena-filling sound. I think they played them all. Oh and they completely fluffed Pink Bullets. We were all swaying in rapture, when Jimbo tripped over the words and it all came to a grinding halt. A few giggles from the boys and they picked it up, only to fluff it AGAIN. And we just loved them all the more! I was almost too happy to breath.

Then Mike proposed a little pizza for dinner...

And here are a couple pics of me for good measure...