interpellate

Three straight days of birthday celebrations is a bit much for someone of my “advanced” age, but the last thing I’m going to do is complain about is having people who want to see me.  I’ve decided to combat the numbing fatigue and increasingly aching body with a steady infusion of musical exuberance.  The soundtrack to my thirty-third year has been so far made up largely of artists I discovered during my recent bout of SXSWitis, and includes prominently the new albums by Crystal Castles (as usual, I’m the last one to the party, I know) and These New Puritans.  Without the latter’s single “Elvis” (see below), I probably wouldn’t have made it to work this morning…