We went to Radio City Music Hall tonight. It was one of those nights when you realize, hmm, it's Monday, someone remind me why we are going to a concert when it seems like such a good idea to open a bottle of wine and put on pajamas? But it was a good show. Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth opened up for Bright Eyes. Honestly, Thurston's set was cacophony punctuated by moments of melody. But I really liked the Bright Eyes set. The lead singer, Conor Oberst, is extremely self important, but also so talented that for a couple of hours you can overlook the ego. Plus, when there are groups of girls screaming your name at the top of their lungs, I imagine it might be hard to remember you are just a regular person. But, hey. Why not try? He opened the first few songs with short explanations. "This one is about young love" or "This one is about purgatory." But after a while, he just resorted to statements such as, "This one's like [palm-up hand gesture making a curve over his head]." Watching the band, Rob leaned over and asked me what instrument one of the guys was playing. "It's a banjo," I whispered. "No," he said. "I'm pretty sure it's a mandarin." "Really? A mandarin?" "Yeah." Pause. "A mandarin is an orange. I think you mean mandolin." Hysterical laughter, the kind that bothers the people around you. Rob: "He's playing a mandarin. How does he do that?"