Thursday, April 30, 2009

2 Reasons why I love Jeremy

Reason One
Jeremy is packing up his room, which makes me sad and insistent on a guy hug* when I came home tonight.  He found a mar on the floor and I told him that it had been there even when I had that room.  His face perked up and he said, "Is that why all your friends think this is your room?"  Good reasoning, but not true.  They'd never been here when I lived in that room.

My friends have taken to randomly diving into bed with Jeremy after the holiday party the last two years.  Our favorite blogebrity, Brett, dove in after heading to the bathroom two years ago.  Fortunately, he was wearing a tuxedo and not in his skivvies.  Unfortunately, Jer had been asleep for hours and did not want to snuggle.  This year, Sam just decided to hang out with Jeremy until he told Sam, "I don't want to be inhospitable, but I'm going to bed dude."  His response: "I don't want to go to a hospital either."

Jeremy accepts all of my crazy friends attempts to cuddle throughout the night.  Evie locks her door whenever I have people stay over.  

Reason Two
Jer loves mental torture.  (See what happens when he steals our phones--sometimes good, sometimes bad.)  Evie would not move her pile of random possessions and mail from the last four months, even though we were showing the apartment and needed to take photos of Jer's furniture.  So he and I decided to give away whatever she obviously didn't need.  Then a week later, he posted it to Craigslist

Green couch and loveseat for sale. Somewhat worn from use - some small holes in the fabric, but otherwise in good condition. The large couch has a sleeper in it as well. 

- Couch 
- Loveseat 
- Pillows 
- Matching hassock/ottoman 
- All my roommate's stuff that she's parked on the smaller couch if she doesn't move it before you pick it up. 

Take away only - available mid-May. E-mail me and we'll work out the logistics. 

  • Location: Stamford
  • it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
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*Jeremy is going to have to be ready for lots of random hugs over the next month, as I protest his departure, plus my usual I just need a guy hug cause my day sucked moments.  

Obscure BNL reference on new NBC comedy

They just said hair shirt on Parks and Rec!  And the only other instance in which I hear hair shirt is on BNL's "What A Good Boy."  And as much as we rip on BNL on the blog, I love that song.  

That's right, I love it.  I love it for the band they want to be.  And the band they almost are.  (And why have I been paraphrasing random lyrics and movie lines to fit my random conversations this week?)

It takes me back to a wonderfully nostalgic place.  But then they wrote that monkey postcard song and I lost the love.  

Thank you Kelly for sharing my embarrassment (with a little bit of secret love) over BNL.  

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Happy 100 Days!

Yes, yes.  We all know how much I love Obama.  But today we're going to talk about my envy I have for one certain Bobcat.  

The Blue posted a link to OU alum, Pete Souza's Flickr album of photos from the first three months of Obama's presidency.  Such a fantastic job!

And I love how in love the Obamas are.  It makes my day.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It's 11:27, wanna shotgun?

I just finished making the last bit of tailgate food and was loading the trunk, when I tried to open the beer carton.  A bottle girl, I didn't think anything of stabbing the case with my key.   Soon enough, stream of beer right in the eye.  Jer refused to come outside and shotgun with me, so it's fizzing out in the driveway.  

Tomorrow we're off to Philly for Bruuuuuuce and our usual pre-show tailgate.  Can't wait to drive through four states tomorrow for some Jersey rock.  And yes, I completely feel like a 40 something girl from Jersey...with big hair, of course. 

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Jessi's Reading 4.23.9

There are far too many tabs open on my computer and links that I've emailed myself so here we go:

This video has left me a little indecisive.  85% of me wants to fly Jody, Kelly and I to some weird island for one of my fitness vacations, 12% of me wonders how horribly callused this guys feet are, and 3% of me wants to apply to work for him on his Brazilian experience trips.  You can read his philosophy at MovNat.

More video fun!  Bill Moyers had David Simon, creator of The Wire, on his show earlier this week (be sure to check out both segments).  I'm only on season two of the show, but love every interview, story and show I watch with him and his ideas on American society.  The Blue also posted his HBO pitch proposal last week.  I might dive into its 79 pages on my flight home but Isaac already checked it out and loved seeing which characters made it into the show, the various name changes and other nuances.  (I'm trying to upload it, but email if you want it.)

Thanks to The Road and The New Yorker's various columns about the coming apocalypse, I got a kick out of Wired's story about some strange monument in Georgia with instructions on how to survive the post-apocalyptic world.  And if you're not in the peach state and need some advice, this blog will get you through it.

 Justin A. sent us this link to Bill O'Reilly's investigation into a strange thing called Nintendo...three years after it came out.  Be sure to watch for the Nintendo help line guy's awesome hair-do.

Two things that I love?  Footloose (well, when I was 7, at least) and now Gossip Girl.  Rumor has it that Chace Crawford is going to be taking over Kevin Bacon's role!

I have been rambling on about my hatred of the USA Today newspaper to more and more people lately after my recent month of travel.  I often wonder to myself if hotels think I need a dumbed down and colorful version of the news rather than the stories and news items I expect from a paper like the New York Times.  I've been leaving the USA Today on the floor outside my door and racing to grab the Times or the Journal from the lobby before they disappear.  Plus, there's my whole hippie/green guilt over all those wasted papers.  Marriott is finally paying attention to all those wasted papers and is discontinuing the automatic paper drop service.  You can still request a select newspaper of your choice to be dropped upon check-in.  Not-so-fun fact:  Marriott was the first hotel to automatically deliver newspapers to guests rooms.  It started 25 years ago with a partnership with the USA Today and the Gannett Co.

Ellen and I discovered this site last Easter, where two friends post a different photo each day, side by side.  The project ended recently, but I've looked at all of their photos (and then I started looking into their other projects and companies.  It was a blend of creative jealousy and internet stalking all rolled into one.)

While this would've been timelier if I actually posted my reading catch-all around tax day, I still love the graphic design of this poster representation of how your tax dollars are divided.  

Slate has been posting an ongoing series of a writer's journey through the grieving process following the loss of her mother.   

Evie and Jeremy have been making fun of my recent desire to sell most of my belongings.  If only I lived closer to this hotel which is asking regular people to suggest items for the hotel to buy from them in order to eclectically decorate its room prior to the grand opening.  

While I'm also on a kick of trying to purge beer in my love in favor of gin and tonics, it's heartening to know that a UK pub is allowing customers to barter for a pint of beer.  

Finally, The Atlantic had a post about the American class system.  

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Frequent Blog Contributor and Dear Friend Needs Our Help

I'd only seen Chuck at the Super Bowl before Nick began his SAVE CHUCK campaign, but these kids were fans even before!

All, the letter below was sent to the chairman of NBC by our good friend Nick Brown.  While he requested that I not post the letter, I told him my loyal readers would support the cause. 

Ben Silverman


3000 W. Alameda

Admin Building

Burbank , CA 91523

Dear Mr. Silverman,

First, let me congratulate you on having one of the most enjoyable shows on television.  My friends and I look forward to watching Chuck every week and have been quite pleased with the second season.  By writing I’m hoping you will consider renewing Chuck for a third season.

You’ll probably receive thousands of letters from people claiming the show deserves a third season because of the quality writing or entertaining stories.  Others might threaten to protest NBC programming in the event of cancellation.  I would rather offer some help.  I feel like Chuck has landed on the proverbial chopping block because of lack of understanding by the people selling the program.  

While Chuck is not a ratings juggernaut, it speaks to a very lucrative audience (me).  To validate this I ran syndicated data (see enclosed sheets).  Based on the data we learn the following:

  • Chuck’s core audience is male with a high disposable income
  • Chuck’s core audience is 26% (Index 126) more likely than the general public to attend movies
  • Chuck’s core audience is tech savvy and tends to endorse products among their friends

To put this into perspective I included data for Chuck’s primary competition (House viewers).  This is just a snapshot of what’s easily available but highlights just some of the ways Chuck should be positioned to marketers.  Clearly there’s an angle to sell this show but requires a little creativity to reach its full potential.  I hope you find this helpful.


Nick Brown

29 years old, CT

If you’re also a fan feel free to send letters to Ben Silverman.  You can also help by watching episodes on Hulu.  Being unfamiliar with the show, Nick recommended that I watch the episode below.  Reluctantly I watched and  became an instant fan.  Thinking about it, I haven’t been this satisfied by an hour of television since the debutante ball in the first season of Gossip Girl when Dan was accepted by Lily Van Der Woodsen.


Final Important Blog Post Before I Quit the Internet for a Few Days

The Jody beat me big time on Infinite Jest.  According to her last update, she was around page 400 and the plot was kicking in.  Then I get a voicemail from her as I got down to the pool saying she'd finished.  I thought this was a practical joke as I'm sitting on page 121.  

She wins. 

And we attribute this to her recent spate of lame, sober weekends at home.  Plus, my magazine backlog that I finally cleared through.  DFW and I are hanging out at the pool a bunch this week, but I still have to finish before the 4th of July weekend of brother's wedding and our trip to Falling Water, where we'll find some time to have book club discussion about the wonders of Infinite Jest.  

In the Whale's Vagina

Oh internets, you knew I couldn't stay away from you for too long!  Thanks to a work demand, I fired up the internet in the hotel room tonight and have been checking email, but will be going off the grid again shortly.  

Things to know:
-The weather is gorgeous.  I'm developing a slight tan, although I'm going to be forced to wear halter dresses for a while to match my tan lines. 
-Swimming in the ocean is a horrible idea.  I got into my waist before running out and swearing that I couldn't feel my legs.  Now I don't have to worry about swimming with the fishes, but I do have to get up super early to swim at the hotel before the kids invade the pool.
-Seeing Robby Schiller 7 years later is the same as seeing him every day in Stanford Hall.  I haven't laughed that much with anyone except Favre in a very long time.  

Monday, April 20, 2009

Field Trip! Jessi sees the Woodys & Goldens in Vegas

While my weekend started with a horrible flight experience on Southwest, where the airline rep asked if I wanted to have the man behind me arrested once we landed, things certainly picked up once we left McCarren Airport.  

The Woodys greeted me (oh yes, hives, shaking hands and all) at the airport and we headed to the Goldens, where I got to meet their two month old boy, then we headed out away from the tourists of the Strip.

Sunday kept us around the house except for a late brunch and my hiking adventure with Woody.  Now it's onto sunny San Diego to find long-lost ND friends (Robby Schiller everybody!), lay on the beach, eat Mexican, and return to my favorite nude beach.  

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Easter Weekend with my Fake Future Husband, Eric

Eric and I were super tourists this weekend

Eric and I had a fabulous weekend in the city, with a brief sojourn to the country to spend Saturday night.  The boy took me into Times Square far more times than I like to go in a season, but that's my only complaint about the weekend.*  

No, Jody, Eric did not propose, even though we already have a wedding registry.  He's like my little brother, we can't be married, but you can buy us gifts!  Besides my people live in different parts of the city from most of his people, leaving the UWS as our only mutually agreeable neighborhood. 

These are Eric's people
Huajia would love the dogflowers

Our rickshaw driver needed a fancier bike

*There's another whole story about our disastrous trek to Newark, when the GPS turned on me and the tollbooth lady gave me a big lecture about breaking traffic law.  Has she not seen my speeding ticket photo from Phoenix?

Come & Look at Both of Our Buildings!

Remember when I went to Cleveland last month and couldn't believe what had come of the town?  This video sums it up nicely...and with a catchy tune.  

(I've watched it at least 14 times today (probably more) and could not stop singing it in my head throughout my swim.)

Thursday, April 9, 2009

It's Another Easter in NYC

We lost a lot of good men out there

I came back from Boston today, Easter is almost upon us (which means Weir is drinking a scotch in approximately 20 minutes), and Eric is flying in tomorrow for a weekend in the city (we'll miss you married friend and my two favorite Canadians).  

Tony and I spent two Easter road trips together in college, where we learned that Jody would not have survived the winter or the civil war during a trip to Valley Forge and that Gabe likes to sleep and is better off chatting with my 4 year old cousin than manning up at the poker table with my relatives.
Enjoy the holiday everyone and we'll be back in a few days with far too many pictures from our weekend.  If you're in the city, come join us for a drink and you'll probably get some dirt from Eric on me.  

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

About those Milestones I set for myself...*

40 Miles of Lent
I've only got 2 miles to go, yet I'm in Boston Wed/Thursday and picking Eric up on Friday for our weekend in the city and the country (that's CT for you non-fancy pants).  Pack your speedo E, the JCC is open on Easter Sunday!

Infinite Jest
Jessi:  Page 85  
Jody:  Page 300 something
If this is like the Sopranos contest, Jody is around the season 3 premiere and I'm on the fourth episode.  Which means in Jody's world, the Feds are watching the big, Italians every move and Pussy is dead.  Whereas in my world, Tony is having crazy dreams about Dr. Melfi, instead of the ducks.  

*If any of you thought this was going to be some, oh god, I need to get married in 2 years 4 months and 17 days, you don't know me at all.  (Also, I'm not good with this calendar math.  I had the months off on the first go round :) )

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Sometimes Jer is being good when he steals your cell phone and sometimes he isn't

Jeremy is really good at being a supportive older brother.  When my heart is broken or I'm just even a little sad, Jeremy will listen to me, give his interpretation of what's really going on and then steal my phone for a week if I shouldn't be talking to a certain boy for my own good.  

Last night was not one of those nights.

Jer Jer and I went grocery shopping, he contemplated buying a Hungry Man frozen dinner for 8 minutes, but I wouldn't let him and we ordered my favorite Mexican, instead.  Doctor Evie came home a few minutes after us, just as we were digging into the delicious ethnic goodness that is my three tacos al pastor with rice and beans.  (Jer, on the other hand, went with the Jody approved beef burrito. )

Evie loves my Mexican, so she walks in the house, sees this, declares her hatred for us and slumps in her chair and whines about the awkwardness of someone with a crush on her at work.  

Jer then decides to text this guy and ask him on a double date with us on Thursday, but Eves won't tell him the name.  Meanwhile, I keep asking Jer if we can hold hands on our double-date--he finds this to be irrelevant.  After Evie reads off a list of names, he manages to steal her phone and while he had a younger sister and knows just how to torment us, Evie is an only child and has no idea how to defend herself.  He managed to get a quick text off to one of her coworkers, plus some steamier ones to me, but the twenty minutes of Evie aggravation were priceless.  I've never seen someone so bad at defending herself.  

my girl finally has her phone back

Who's With me for Cloud Cult on Thursday?

My favorite and Jody's least favorite painting-on-stage band will be playing in Williamsburg on Thursday. I really wanted to catch them in New Haven on Wednesday, but I'm in Boston for the Celtics game and I didn't feel like heading up to Boston a day early to see them tonight. So Brooklyn it is! (As long as I make it back in time.)

Why do the concert scheduling gods sometimes hate me so much? And how much cheaper would the painting be in Connecticut vs. Brooklyn? You know I'm right about this.

Cloud Cult - Hope

2009 Tour Dates

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Banged up from the weekend

Apparently, I should try to stay in the pool for most of my waking hours.  Today I fell down half a flight of stairs, tripped on a rock while trail running before twisting my ankle a few miles later.  The first incident left me shaking for a few minutes, while the later two were just typical clumsiness.   Either way, I'm sore all over and will be inspecting the bruising later.  I also dropped a champagne flute while catering last night, but I blame that on the rich woman who threw her coat and purse onto my left arm while I was serving drinks on a tray in my right.  

And as for my non-waking hours, I haven't had a night terror in a few weeks, but I also can't find my way out of my bedroom in the middle of the night, because I think I'm still at the W, where there are no doors to the bathroom.

I need to stop traveling.  

Friday, April 3, 2009

Is Hillary making some money on the side, like The Gambler?

Tommy sent me this goodness from the Post:

Is it sex o'clock in London? That's what some reporters wondered after the White House accidentally listed a sex hot line as the call-in number for a NATO briefing with Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton and National Security Adviser Jim Jones. Instead of the secretary of state, a recorded female voice requested a credit-card number if the caller should "feel like getting nasty," Fox News reported.

Normally we ignore all reports from Fox News, but this gave us a giggle, which still sounds more like a sick wheeze.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Good Morning from Dallas

The sun was blinding me from either side of my bed yesterday, as I tried reading The New Yorker in bed. And since my camera is always within reach, I snapped a photo of the reflection coming through the window into the mirror, temporarily blinding me in the eye.

(Side tangent: Can we have a hotel boycott of the USA Today? That really is the stupid person's newspaper and I feel like the hotel thinks less of me every time I open my door to one in the morning. I always hope to make it downstairs in time for the Times or the Journal on my way out the door.)

I'm flying back to New York this morning and can't wait to be back for two weeks (minus the trek to Boston) before I head west for some vacation.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Sometimes I get Remixes in the Mail

I think Canada is going to yell at me for this.  There was a day that he was going through my music collection in grad school and insisted that I delete Ghetto Superstar.  I still love this song, no matter what my elitist friend in the great white north has to say!  So imagine my delight when I get a remix from Don Diablo with MGMT's Kids and Ghetto Superstar.  Love at first remixed sight.  

Don Diablo - The Best Ghetto Kids are Yet to Come

A remix of Lykke Li's Little Bit arrived last week and while I still love the original song more, I figured I'd share this.  And it makes a better argument for my ON playlist.

Lykke Li - Little Bit (Villains Remix)

Sorry-I'm out of bandwidth, email me if you want the file.    

Jessi's Reading 4.1.9

It's April Fools Day and this day drives me nuts.  When the internet was new, it was cute when companies would pull an April Fools prank.  Now it drives me nuts.  This prank by ImprovEverywhere almost made me unsubscribe.  I'm entranced by cemeteries and their memorials, but doing improv at a funeral?  Thank god it was a prank, but I'm still raging inside about it.

Onto the type of comedy I can appreciate....A girls soccer coach in Massachusetts was asked to resign after his pre-season motivational email to the parents.  "Second place trophies are nothing to be proud of as they serve only as a reminder that you missed your goal; their only useful purpose is as an inspiration to do that next set of reps."  If I ever have a little Jessi, I want her to play for a coach like this and I'd look forward to every email throughout the season.  As he rightly poked fun at the overtly PC world that we live in where everyone's a winner, his goal was to coach these girls and build their self-confidence, if anyone made it to the end of the email they'd see that.  And the latest How I Met Your Mother was so timely, as Marshall begins coaching Lilly's kindergarten basketball team with his forceful determination to win, while she wants to sing pretty guitar songs about everyone being a winner.  Go Green Death!

I'm overly excited for the Where the Wild Things Are movie.  I loved the book as a kid, get excited every time Uncle Gregg wears his t-shirt and can't wait for this!  Bonus:  new version of the Arcade Fire song.  It also reminded me of this piece in the Times last fall.  

In one of our recent phone calls, FBF and I have been discussing our contentment with being single and not feeling the need to get married, even as we keep getting older.  Instead of lining him up as one of my backups, I've just decided that we're going to travel together through the years and then retire together.*  FBF's uncle has lived the glorious bachelor life in California for years and one of the tenets of this life style is that he must drive a black car.  When I was car shopping, FBF kept reminding me of Uncle Kenny's phrase about if it's not black, send it back or something like that.  However, the Governator has other plans as he's contemplating a ban on black cars as a way to fight carbon emissions.  

My company pays one of the founder's wives to come in and teach us management training and one of her big things is how awful millennials are.  For the last week I've been wanting to email her this piece from Slate.  Thank you crazy Boomers for living beyond your means and causing the "real world to throw up all over us."

Jorge Columbo does amazing artwork on his iPhone app.  I can't even draw stick figures and he can do this?  

I still need to visit Portland and when I do, I'm going to check out this house...built like a tree house for adults.  

*FBF doesn't realize how serious I am about this.  It might start to sink in when I send him tickets to Peru to hike to Machu Picchu.  

Dallas has been overtaken by Britney fans

My Dallas adventures continued yesterday with a surprise visit from Nick Welsch, who was in Texas for business.  Yay for facebook updates bringing it all together in an afternoon...if only Cutter could've driven down!  Nick had to go onto Waco, so we were meeting in the lobby of the W at 6 to hit the nearby sushi place, but the lobby was overwhelmingly full of women with a lot of collagen, saline and other forms of plastic.  Turns out those might've been the Pussy Cat Dolls.  The sushi place was able to squeeze us in, but they were booked for the night due to the women of Dallas loving their Britney Spears.  Everyone was out in their whoriest attire for Britney, Bitch.  (I so wish I'd gotten a photo of the boyfriend and girlfriend wearing matching, "It's Britney, Bitch" homemade t-shirts.  Instead I was too busy photographing Sudol with the schoolgirl Britneys.)

We ended up at another bar full of Britney fans on their way to the show.  Haven't heard how the show was, nor have I had a Britney sighting.   The girl was in my hotel at Super Bowl and now in Dallas, but I never spotted her, due to the back of house elevators!

Onto the photos...

i have a thing for hotel rooms with see-through showers.  blame it on our trip to san diego, when the shower split the suite into the living room and bedroom.  giving the person on the couch a full view of what was going on in the least that wall had a slightly gauzy finish.

Eric in front of the costumed Britney fans.  

Love the saddle shoes!

Isaac & I Love Charity Benefit Concerts

Isaac and I are heading to Dark was the Night at Radio City in the beginning of May.  If you haven't checked out the AIDS charity comp, grab it and it was cheaper on Amazon when I bought, FYI.  I jumped in bed last night when I saw that Bon Iver has been added to the bill, but it was too late to call anyone and cheer about it.  My favorite Yeasayer track is at the bottom of this post, too--I LOVE singing this song on my drives.  

We often talk about my fears of someday being too old for concerts (thankfully that wasn't on Ted's Murtaugh list), especially after meeting the 41 year old at a show.  So someday, Isaac and I will have to switch from charity indie concerts to charity operas.  

We hit the Tibet House Benefit a few months ago when I flew back into town from the Super Bowl.  I guess I was too tired to say anything about it then, but I recently found the two new songs that The National played at the show and I cannot stop playing the first one, Runaway.  It's at the bottom, too, but first a quick recap:

Isaac was stuck for a few hours on a train into the city that didn't have any power.  He made it just in time for Phil Glass's performance.

The show kicked off with an extended prayer chat from the Monks, involving a male elephant call through horns to bless the dharma.  The chant lasted longer than many in the audience expected and I heard many escaped giggles from the high seats.  It took me back to Basil Davis's theology class where we sang an entire class and my row didn't know what to do about it.  After the monks, Antibalas took the stage with a song about Obama, before Angelique joined them for a cover of Gimme Shelter.  She remained on stage for a song, before Keb Mo joined her for Send me Someone to Love.

Next up was Patti Smith's Band with Glass's son, I believe.  The adorable boys of Vampire Weekend then took the stage for a new song and M79, which Isaac was able to catch as he made his way to the nose bleed seats.  Phil Glass's Facade was a beautiful piece that made Isaac's train troubles worth it.  

The National then took the stage, playing two new songs.  Runaway is absolutely beautiful and I was still replaying it in my head a week later on my flight to Phoenix.  As feisty as I can be, I identified all too well with the passive aggressive style of the couple in the song.  Their next song seemed to be filled with almost too man instruments at once, but as I continue to listen to it a month later, Stonewall Jackson, has grown on me.  

A Tibetan artist next took the stage with a song about the miraculous possibilities of returning home.  Patti Smith and her daughter were next and it was her daughter's first performance for the long-running benefit.  Okay, I will say this...I kept thinking what a fantastic SNL skit it would be, with the daughter who is just trying to practice her piano lesson, while her poetic mother keeps finding lyrics to go along with it.  Next up was Keb Mo who admitted to writing a corny song after the presidential election.  

Steve Earle's performance was great--one that my dad would've really appreciated.  He did an acoustic solo and just the simple sound of his boots stomping along with the music added so much.  Patti Smith's band joined in on the chorus, providing a thunderous drumming.  The PS Band remained onstage with a tribute to the plane crash 50 years ago with the Big Bopper and Buddy Holly.  Chantilly Lace, Let's Go & Do It Again, Not Fade Away and Patti joined them for I'll be there.

And like all good benefits, it ended with a We are the World esque Sing-a-long.  These things are great for their awkwardness if Tommy and I are simply watching on YouTube 20some years after its been recorded, but it was WAY too much for me to handle inside a concert venue.  I kept muttering into Isaac's shoulder, oh god, I can't handle this.  It's embarrassing.  I'm embarrassed.  Look at The National, hiding in the back corner, oh god, I want to give them a big glass of wine to make this all better.  The Vampire Weekend kids obviously LOVED We Are the World, as they were front and center and could not get enough.  And with a African-pop sound, you know they are just itching to write their charity tribute sing a long fest :)

The National - Runaway
Yeasayer - Tightrope

Sorry-I'm out of bandwidth.  Email me if you're really interested in The National's live cut of Runaway or their live cut of Stonewall Jackson.  And if you're into Tightrope, buy the album please.  It's for a great charity!