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Dan Deacon (pictured above) shows rate somewhere between a wedding reception and kicking out a car windshield, on the fun scale. I'm not super-huge into his music -- Crystal Cat and Wham City are great, no doubt, but the squirrel-vocoder can get grating or old depending on hipness. But his live shows are something to behold, especially when the crowd, primed by swimming in an airplane-shaped pool, is into his directions for making human boogie tunnels and interpretive dances led by a cromagnon-looking hipster with a homemade "sassy" T-shirt.

The show consisted of three separate set-ups for a round robin style concert, Deacon plus LA-based ultra-kinetic two-man noise-pop band No Age (highlight: guitarist crowd-surfing while playing, then getting tossed into the pool guitar and all), and weirdo indie faves Deerhunter to calm things down. Each played a couple songs, then sent it over to the next group who played a couple songs, and so on. Of course Dan Deacon had the tree house.



I submit that there are few things more enjoyably weird than dancing your face off in a mass of humanity, then looking to your left to see small airplanes take off and land. Overheard at one point, "I think I've touched half the people at this show."

Oh right, and the venue was fucking awesome, despite being in Jersey. The Flying W Airport and Resort. Lots of hipsters (obvs). The beard ratio was around 40%, including women.