Beirut, Beirut, Beirut; Oh how I love thee.

For the past couple of days, my ipod has been on Beirut overload. My brain has been submersed with the sounds of Zach Condon and hasn’t been able to escape, then again, why would it ever want to?

It’s the only sound that doesn’t repulse me at the moment. It’s a sound of pure enjoyment, the sound of “life”. Cliché? Oh no doubt, but how else would I explain it? This is the music of true animation, the music that scares of the phonies and leaves the only real deal.