When I emerged dazed from the Bill Graham Auditorium last Thursday night, I remember feeling vaguely surprised that the city was still standing. Most of my costume was missing, except for the unexplained santa hat still on my head. I did not look like a professional.
It was a co-headlining bill that may seem obtuse at first, rising Australian buzz band, Tame Impala on the same level as psychedelic indie legends, The Flaming Lips, but the match-up worked just right.
Every year at this time, my friend Andy sends out a excited email asking a dozen of his music-obsessed friends to compile their lists of the year's best music. No music critic by training, I nevertheless dive in.