BEAT DOOK

Saturday night we played Chapel Hill at the Local 506 with Grizzly Bear. I've always been impressed with their records, but the happy surprise was the tight-ass rock show they put on. Everyone in the band plays delay pedals like jazz musicians, looping and layering themselves into a great big dense warm cloud of oohs and ahhs. I was mesmerized.

Sunday was an off day. We went to Best Buy and got a real stereo installed in the van. We've been living with an AM/FM radio and one of those shitty iTrip doodads for a long time, and it's gonna be a much happier band traipsing around the country now. Then we met up with Glenn, the owner of the 506, for the UNC/Duke basketball game, which was played about a mile from where we watched it. The Heels were awesome. They're fast as hell and have a deeper bench than anyone. By the time the last ten minutes rolled around the Duke boys looked flat as hell and UNC ran away with it easily. The scene at Bub O'Malleys, just off of campus, was electric. It's the one game of the year where Heel-love and Duke-hate coalesce into one trancendental surge of emotion. It wasn't until the final seconds of the game, when Duke's Gerald Henderson decked Tyler Hansbrough with an elbow to the nose, that the "FUKE DUKE" chants really got going in earnest. We followed the crowd out to the main intersection in the heart of town, where they proceeded to set things on fire.

I took some video of the craziness. I'll post it asap.