The Books @ The Getty

While everyone else was wearing green, I and fellow CT exile Casey saw The Books at The Getty. It was free. Caliphone opened. They had a drummer AND a percusionist, which is always a good sign. The program made reference to James Joyce and John Cage. The Books used found footage music videos, not limited to mormons taking off hats. The guitarist in the books got married recently and revealed his bacheleor party conisted of watching videos from the national archive. He then showed a newsreel from the 1930s of a man who makes fart sounds with his hands to the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy. Also, the Getty is nifty. You park and then take a monorail up to some elaborate villa while you look at poor ant people stuck on the highway.

As an added bonus, the row we were sitting in had the median age of 62, a mode of 74 and a mean of 42. Elegance.

Oh, Casey wrote about it at length.