Last weekend I had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Dan Deacon. My fragile thin skin and poor circulation braved the cold (whoa is me). The dance worthy beats and energetic crowd provided a nice distraction. Luckily I also made it to a prime spot on the stage so I could see his performance and the mob jumping up and down around him. I was quickly overrun but eh, I saw what I needed to see and was just glad to get out with all limbs intact. This guy is a weird cat, but I'd be ashamed if I had missed him.