Last night, I embarked on a ridiculous endeavor. My friend Nick and I went to see the very wonderful Yeasayer at The Triple Rock, and I decided to Twitter (tweet?) from the concert, because what better way to enjoy a concert than by staring down at your phone, typing furiously with your thumbs while you cradle a beer in the crook of your arm? Here’s the blow-by-blow!

I write you this evening from TOWN HALL BREWERY, where I have eaten a pre-concert meal with my compatriot Nick. Now, on to the Triple Rock.

Twittering ALIVE from the Yeasayer concert. STAY ATTUNED to this man’s Twitter feed, if you care about anything at all.

Doors opened an hour ago, and the openers haven’t even taken the stage yet. I’m COLOSSALLY BORED. And tired. That is all.

I dig CHAIRLIFT, the opening act. Kinda trip-hop, new wave, atmospheric, and Fiona Apple.

I am next to the DANCINGEST MAN at the Triple Rock.

I bought a Chairlift “Compact Disc” and a Yeasayer “tee” style SHIRT. Awaiting the main attraction now.

WHERE I STAND, my crotch is precariously close to the corner of a handrail. This may result in COMEDY. More as it develops.

Between buying “MERCH” & a Summit Extra Pale, I was recognized by a man who looked familiar & called me “the Fading Moment guy.” He’s right.

Did we work on “Fading Moment” together, or did he just see it?

It is beginning. And it is beautiful.

Posted a photo on Facebook. Awesome light setup.

(Here’s the photo I took.)

Guy in the middle looks like Arthur Simon. He’s also a mad scientist hunched over his dials and buttons.

Their set is over. Have they an ENCORE? Maybe not. By the way, this t-shirt is organic!

No encore. I am still happy. The bassist looked like Kid Rock. I’m happy he chose the art-rock route.

And there you have it. It’s just like you were there, except you heard no music. I hope you have enjoyed your deaf (and def, for that matter) concert-going experience.

The Triple Rock’s website describes Yeasayer thusly:

Yeasayer (pronounced “yay-sayer”) takes place in the future, somewhere in the Middle East where citizens wear turquoise robes, live in crystal towers, and overindulge on Peter Gabriel albums. Live, this group brings out the boogie, radiating heat waves and rhythms. Songs once laid to tape are constantly restructured and reworked, show to show, for a new experience.

You can see why I like them. By the way, it was a fantastic concert.