You know what i'm ONLY using the Oxford comma now. All other uses of a potential comma will be ignored or substituted.
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You know what i'm ONLY using the Oxford comma now. All other uses of a potential comma will be ignored or substituted.
As an oxford comma fan, I've always liked the example of the problematic dedication -- "To my parents, Ayn Rand and God."
Or, in the world of Game of Thrones, "To my parents, Uncle Jamie and Aunt Cersei."
Can you imagine Ezra Koenig with a beard...
6. You will give a fuck about an Oxford comma. a. You‘ll find yourself on an elevator with Ezra Koenig from Vampire Weekend. You’ll tell him you like the Oxford comma. He will thank you and fidget uncomfortably, continuing to stare ahead at the doors. You’ll clarify that you didn’t mean the song, that you feel the first VW album was too derivative and that their brand of afropop engaged too freely in cultural pillaging. You will grip his arm and insist that the Oxford comma is a paramount piece of punctuation. Ezra Koenig will try to pull away. i. Ezra Koenig will begin twisting and shaking violently, like the branches of a tree caught in a level 4 hurricane, and a great wailing will rise up from him, the sound of a thousand mothers mourning their dead sons. You will be driven to tears, falling to your knees and ripping your clothes like King David in the Bible. You will have a heart after God’s own heart. Ezra will flee, as soon as the elevator doors open, shouting down the halls that there is a “fucking mad fuck in the elevator.” He’ll shout it in his Paul Simon voice.
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Vampire Weekend
Orpheum Theatre
August 5th, 2013
I have a confession to make. Until Modern Vampires of the City dropped in May, I had never really listened to Vampire Weekend. For the sake of full disclosure, I should add that this was much to Mattie's chagrin (they're her absolute favorite band). I'm still not sure if it was the summer sound, the subject matter, or something else entirely that finally brought me in to the VW light.
Regardless of what brought me there, Monday's show certainly solidified my status as an enlightened one. Every piece of it was spot on. The set list highlighted all of my favorites from their previous albums (think "Oxford Comma" and "Horchata") seamlessly intertwined with the impossibly popular hits from Modern Vampires of the City like "Diane Young."
Though the men of Vampire Weekend were certainly as peppy as I expected, the crowd wasn't vibing like I thought they would. In their defense, though, it was a Monday. Even so, the Orpheum was packed full of fans of all ages. Some have clearly followed Ezra & co from the start but welcomed us newbies warmly.
The crowd was given a great example of a warm welcome by the High Highs. This Australian trio brought some interesting ambience with their accents and twinkly lights. Their sound was smooth and sweet-- not quite what I was expecting for this show. While I thought they would have been better suited at the Entry or Triple Rock, I was completely engaged throughout their set.
The set and lighting designers deserve a huge shout out on this one, as well. The back of the stage was filled with the iconic Vampire Weekend mirror and a background print to match their website and shirts (without being too matchy or over the top, I promise). The lights were above and beyond the classic needs of timing and mood; they drew the audience into the music and moment.
All in all, I couldn't imagine a better show to induct me further into the world of Vampire Weekend. I hope to see them return to the Cities soon.
You think the issue of an apostrophe S after a noun to signify is and S added to the end of words to pluralize or to make them possessive is over? My friend you have another thing coming.
You better watch yourself; I will make that Oxford Coma shit look like a Disney made-for-TV-movie.
(As requested: Lies about punctuation, now in convenient rebloggable form.)
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