Shmuly and Peanut

Sometimes I peruse the NYT Vows section to look at the names of the newlyweds and imagine where they met, if they will have attractive children, and how many of the couples will eventually divorce.

This week's paper didn't have any goat cheese farmers, but did feature a bride named Peanut Wong and a groom named Shmuly Yanklowitz; unfortunately, these two were not married to each other.

To Shmuly I say Mazel Tov, and to Peanut I say please start a career as a reality star or pop singer in China.

Holy Ghost! at the Echoplex

After a killer seder, Mike and I went to the Echoplex to see Holy Ghost! play their new, self-titled album live. I really like this album, though I don't think Do it Again was the best choice for a first single.

We arrived at the Echoplex around 10 and caught the end of Futurecop's set. They were joined by a couple vocalists.

Next up was this guy, who I thought was performing ironically, but now I think is sincere. He may have been my bat mitzvah tutor.



After shalom Mattie was Chairlift, whose 2009 release I enjoyed casually. They played new songs that I liked, but I can'd find any clips of them. So deal with this Bruises cut:



Finally, Holy Ghost! took the stage. At this point, it was about 12:30 am and some members of my party were having a hard time maintaining a positive attitude (all that Manischewitz can induce fatigue and grumpiness). One man mosh pit guy right behind us was also not helping, nor was a frequently malfunctioning piece of equipment. Despite these setbacks I thought their set was fun, and offered a nice translation of a studio album that is mostly computers.



We bailed during Jam for Jerry, which is a song I appreciate in sentiment but not execution. By that point, we had seen most of their set, but had to be real about the 1:30 am in Silverlake factor. Holy Ghost! Come back! Start earlier! Thank you!