Dance we did to pop chart behemoths like "Your Love Is My Drug" -- a sensible dedication to President Obama, as we were all riding a high on giddiness fueled, in large part, by our personal admiration for our Commander-in-Chief.
This weekend will not be devoted to live music, but rather celebrating the nuptials of my dear friends Mary Beth and Cristine. This is noteworthy, because the inability to go to shows on Friday and Saturday has turned my world on its ear.
It certainly would appear that under no circumstances does my week of concerts end the way it begins. Those in attendance on Monday and Sunday nights will likely have little in common by way of musical taste.
Since we don't get to bring people back from the dead, the Beach Boys' roster isn't perfect, but like with so many things, we take what we can get. And seeing the remaining members play together again is just about the best we can get.
Joshua Tillman takes everything he learned from being in Fleet Foxes and makes it a whole lot less boring. As Father John Misty, Tillman doesn't stray far from what made his band so popular, but picks up the pace just enough.
Hurry Up, We're Dreaming may not be Anthony Gonzalez's strongest effort, but M83 is where they belong in D.C. -- at the 9:30 Club. There will be a guaranteed dance party on Saturday. In fact, there will be two of them.
Marilyn Manson will likely not be the strangest show of the week. These acts run the gamut from the incredibly beautiful to the slightly bizarre. There will be voices and sounds on display that might even have a touch of both.