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Sometimes something happens that makes you just glad to be alive. This is it.

Denny’s has invited Taking Back Sunday to create a signature dish.

This is sad for everyone involved, but in the hilarious, “I bet Adam Lazzara does eat at Denny’s” way. The very best part being that the first comment is from a woman who is clearly not a TBS fan, but instead just surfs the Denny’s webpage (which has comments and registered users??). “i just heard you guys on myspace..and all i got to say is WOW!!!!wishing you lots of success!!!!” Oh, honey. This is not a band on the way up.

It all ties into a new music thingy they’re doing where Denny’s is “adopting” bands who get free Denny’s food and can HOLD THEIR AFTERPARTIES AT DENNY’S. God, this is so beautiful. Already adopted, Forever the Sickest Kids, Foxy Shazam, Saving Abel, EndeverafteR, Take the Crown and Switches. You can go to their website to vote for more, but I’ve never heard of any of the contenders. You can also nominate your band (i.e. the band you’re in) to get adopted. BY DENNY’S. God, I love life.

(via No Rock’n'Roll Fun)

Two amazing bands, on a night from which I didn’t expect much.

The Mobius Band: They’re way less like Mew than I had suspected. They appear to be drunken Midwesterners, a bassist, a keyboardist and a drummer. The levels are funky, so all I can hear (from the front row) is bass and kind of drums. Oh, now the bassist is on synth and the keyboardist is playing guitar. Their drummer has a manic quality that’s kind of endearing. He and the lead singer have beer bellies. Where is Dev when I need her to mack on a band? The keyboard player is a little weird, in the way that’s usually described as quirky. The whole band plays with the sort of vigor that could lead to falling over at any moment. It’s rather a bit like Devo, really. This was a bad time to lose my earplugs. I am the first line of defense against the bass amp.

On the second song, I already fear that their songs take a lot of repetition and concentration to fall in love with. The songs I don’t know have the sort of electronic meandering that made the first few times I saw Cut Copy so annoying. Is it possible that when you go all the way around the spectrum past electronica, you end up back at jam?

Okay, this guy gets all of my props. He is running the sampler, singing, and playing the guitar in the coolest way possible (both body and guitar upright).

At the end of the set, the drummer, sweaty and spent, folds his towel up and uses it as a pillow as he lies down behind his kit. The lead singer, always a follower, makes his towel into a pillow and lies down, curling up like a little angel. A bit later, when the drummer winds his towel into a turban to keep the sweat off while he’s breaking down, the singer does that too.
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This used to be a sad day on the FyreCalendar, the day when we all wished we could go to Glasto. Then it flooded, and then the tickets got stupid, and now it’s a very dull ache (nothing at all like the sharp, immediate pain of missing Carling Weekend). The lineup is effing bizarre, as always, and there are more typos than is really necessary. I mean, some of these are legendary. (Plus! this is probably the only time in history that, thanks to the wonders of alphabetization, James Blunt is listed directly before Jay-Z.)

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