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Morning, folks!

Some beloved erstwhile indie rock band or another played a bunch of gigs in town this weekend. If you are like my housemate J.L. Fischer and went to all three shows, including the rubber game last night at the 9:30 Club, then consider this item the denouement of a well-earned weekend of Dismemberment Plan and adoring media coverage thereof. If you are like me and failed to make it to any of the shows, there are several options for enjoying it by proxy:

WaPo has a straight write-up, with Chris Klimek playing D-Plan neophyte (“No one wept with joy that I saw, and a few 30-somethings groused that standing at concerts hurts more than it used to.”).

-TBD’s Andrew Beaujon takes a more experimental approach, “attending” Saturday’s iteration via Twitter (RT @Nici “So much whiteness. So much dancing at DPlan.”)

-Fischer’s going to post an overarching, pithy, achingly astute essay on the whole shebang later this morning here on Arts Desk. (RSS that shit!)


If Frank Rich had a plan for Friday’s column — a somewhat bizarre attempt to draw conclusions about the state of contemporary American character via quasi-criticism of True Grit and The Social Network — it became dismembered at some point in the creative or editorial process. After a few sweeps, I think I’ve finally pieced together its main theses:

-Republican pols named Dick tend to admire lawless mercenary Rooster Cogburn (possibly due to resemblance to E. Howard Hunt and/or Erik Prince).
-Rooster Cogburn has more honor than Mark Zuckerberg.
Mattie Ross should run the Fed.
-Mark Zuckerberg and his business partners never faced any litigation, nor were they compelled by law to duly compensate those they allegedly wronged.*
-Rooster Cogburn should pistol-whip Larry Summers.

Finally, Prince of Petworth spotted some groovy reliefs etched above doors in Adams Morgan.

Have a good Monday!


Photo by Francis Chung via Pitchfork.