TV on the Radio and ...... CANCER

So, despite Toony's advance notice, the Brothers Siy did not make it to the Ted Leo concert at Numbers, instead opting for extreme intoxication at a sausagefest bar (Little Woodrow's in The Village), free pool, and Turkish food.

Anyway, I present a few memorable highlights of TV on the Radio's 3rd Texas performance in as many nights. First, Tunde was definitely out of sorts with his impossibly long trademark left hand making about thrice the air rotations I've seen in the past and flinging water into the crowd/dumping it on himself. Rockstar! He also started screaming his voice out a la Hamilton Leithauser (Rockstar!), which is depressing considering the usual effortlessness of his range. Nonetheless, it was a solid (fucking loud) performance only slightly eclipsed by a pair of concert-going invalids.

1. Mental midget #1, after dilligent pre-show study of TV on the Radio's entire catalogue, found a song he could in good conscience deem "ROCK" in Wolf Like Me. So, in mid-90's fashion, he honored the song's performance by sincerely moshing into a statuesque brunette who, in turn, insincerely moshed into the back of my head. Needless to say, hipsters and the financially successful do not mosh, so after realizing the seizure was invading their space and touching their ladies, calculated hostility quieted our little bald firebrand. Song = ruined.

2. Mental midget #2 had no idea who TV on the Radio is. Now, that isn't inherently wrong. A band's live performance often acts as a catalyst for fandom. This, in contrast, was a drunken KA alum, resplendent in pastel polo and 8-year old boy haircut, hoping to dance (i.e., convulse) on some rather cute hipster chicks who he was unfortunately acquainted with. That in itself chafes my chode. To exacerbate the situation, after realizing I had no plans to pull the Concert Scrunch so he could manhandle the short chicks I had quite deliberately situated myself behind, he pulled the Palms Together Arm Insert while slurring, "I need to get by." This is approximately 10 songs into the set. So, from then on he generously shielded me from the visual spectacle of the band while, credit given where due, impressively maintaining an epileptic merengue for the last songs of the set. I acquainted myself with the muscles of the human back. Brian gave him a forearm shove for no reason. I love you bro.

Nevertheless, it was a fun night despite the meager alcohol consumption. A post about Brian's ride the next day is warranted.


And on the medical front, a surprisingly good article on the need for and nature of cancer screening via The Washington Post. Some choice quotes to whet the appetite:

And if you really want to find as much cancer as possible, we would suggest whole-body CT, MRI and PET scans every month. But that would be absurd. Why? Because the goal is not to find more cancer. The goal is to save lives. The two goals are not the same.

Doctors and the public need to understand that finding more cancer is not the answer. You want to know whether a test saves lives or reduces the number of people with metastatic cancer. And you want to know about the downsides: how many people suffer needlessly in the process.