mountains beyond mountains

I did two awesome things yesterday.

1. I made a Darker Than BLACK AMV! Or rather, I finished and posted my Darker Than BLACK AMV. Yes, this is a shameless plug for everyone to watch it, I'm quite pleased with this one. 
2. Went with my housemate to see the Arcade Fire at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Ah, the Arcade Fire are still so AMAZING. It was really interesting too to hear what a difference two months' touring makes in their sound, and in the songs they played--"Month of May" just keeps getting faster and more perilous, in particular, and I swear that siren sound effect was not used at all at the Philly show. The tambourine man (I forget his name, sorry) also climbed part of the scaffolding, which was awesome. They also played fewer songs from the new album and more from Funeral, though not all of the ones I expected; they did play "Crown of Love," which almost sounds incongruous compared to the majority of their oeuvre these days. It was a great show, and I loved it, but I was (like Wyn), sort of annoyed with "you laidback motherfuckers" as he characterized the crowd, who WOULD NOT get up off their asses until like the last two songs of the set and the encore. Come on, people, seriously--though I do think the theater itself (which the classics snob in me is compelled to point out is actually Roman in design rather than Greek) works against people getting into the show completely, and the fact that by the end people did is a testament to the band again. Still, I never thought I'd find a venue harder to get riled up than the Mann Center, though I suppose at heart the Philly crowd was also "better" in the sense of "more willing to get into it," too. Oh Bay area, of all the times to be a stickler for propriety… Still, awesome. Next time I see them I'm buying a shirt, since that's two shows at which I've resisted; I'm wearing my shirt from the Neon Bible tour today. If you can still see them, you TOTALLY SHOULD.
3. As we were leaving the theater some obnoxious girl walking behind us was complaining about people walking around in T-shirts; since I am contrary by nature and also proud of my tolerance for what's called "cold" here and would be "mild" anywhere else in the country, I took off my hoody immediately and ostentatiously. My housemate, who was wearing a peacoat, sort of boggled at me, but I was fine all the way home.