Back on the ninth of June, I saw Phil Elvrum play his acoustic guitar in an apartment in downtown Ames. People left the place crying. I don't think anyone was near tears last Saturday at the Rapture/Shins show in Lawrence, but it was nearly as thrilling. Well, not so much thrilling as rock-the-fuck-out-ing, but quite moving all the same. Especially for me, seeing as how The Shins' first album got me through several lonely drives one summer.

Anyway, it was a hoot.

Quick link: I hope I never turn into this guy. I like the Times, but my addiction still hasn't quite cemented.