Who Gives a ^$#@ about an Oxford Comma?

The delightful Vampire Weekend asked the musical question last night at the 930 Club at their second show in two nights. In answer to that particular question - I generally avoid such punctuation (it's also known as the serial comma, the one that follows a word in a series, right before the word "and," as in "apples, peaches, and pumpkin pie." I don't see the need for that comma)
The bigger question for those of us gathered in the sold-out club was whether the band, whose album blasted onto the scene earlier this year as one of the best and brightest new acts in long memory - and still continues to charm - could bring the sound home live. So glad to report that they did, in spades. Played the whole album, plus a few new songs that bode extremely well for the next release, and still came in at just about one hour on stage.

But none of us felt cheated. The drummer kicked everything up another notch - the usual wonky DC crowd actually kinda sorta danced a bit - and the lead singer radiated cute.
Also helping to make the night a full event of fun was opener, The Teenagers, whose lead singer drips irony in a way that would be positively annoying if it weren't so utterly amusing. The sound is herky-jerky rhythms that stood up well as a companion to Vampire Weekend (of course, the Talking Heads songs we heard in the break showed where all these rivers run back to) topped by deadpan monolog lyrics that occasionally bordered on the profane and yet didn't piss me off.
I downloaded
The TEENAGERS - Reality Check
the day of the show so I could get a taste of what was to come. Enjoying it again today (shocked to hear that "Homecoming" really said what I thought it did last night) , though it's still the lead singer's arch charisma that really brings it home.

Anyway, Ferguson is a repeat, so I'm off to bed.