beirut, central park, august 29.

ever see a show and think see, now, that was music to yourself all the way home? maybe they aren't for everyone, but if you like trumpets/drums/a ukulele/an accordion/a cello/a french horn, sometimes all at once, and you can see them live, you must. really. (back in june i suspected that this would define my summer; last night, the music floated up and away into the trees and i just knew it did.)