dance party til death.

last night was radical. headed to schuba's with some new pals (word up laurennnn, sconsin represent). got there in time for about 15 mins of clique talk's gnarly set, boogied my butt off to their interesting rendition to rick ross's 'everyday im hustlin', i was spitting along like, whoa, what, how do i know all these words, what the hell am i singing to? then boom. damn. awesome. 2nd band was hall & oates meets math rock if your aunt hired your hipster cousins to play her wedding reception - and totally not in a cool way, but omg this shit is awful way. bummer. but then lookbook brought that house down. totally digging their album, but live? wow. for two (very nice, btw) people, they made a helluva sound and got the crowd dancing hard. think if phantogram removed the mystic dark schtick outta their ass and just focused on rocking out, these two brougth it. so much fun. shouldn't be allowed. nights like last make me eternally grateful to be unemployed.