Sufjan Stevens played an absolutely breathtaking acoustic show.
The New Pornographers were so energetic and loud that our ears were ringing for the rest of the night.
And I went to Ronnie Scott's, London's world-famous jazz club, last night for a benefit concert for New Orleans musicians. The New Orleans Jazz Giants played with Charmaine Neville, and I felt like I was thousands of miles away. When they played "Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans," I wanted to cry from a combination of sadness and pure joy. It wasn't a morose night, though. The band was celebrating New Orleans and were a perfect example of why the city's spirit will never die.
Also, I'm leaving for Rome in, ah ... thirty minutes.
This isn't real life. It can't be.
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