
An aside. Last November, while driving through the Mojave desert, we listened to Beirut's ever-appropriate album. In and out of sleep from the backseat, Rizzo finally cried out to turn off this crappy, half-formed music. Something to that effect. At the end of our trip, however, The D Man slipped in The Rip Tide for a second run at Rizzo. I pushed play on this track. After listening to the song without a word, the late-night stars arcing overhead, I quietly said that is some beautiful, epic stuff, right? Rizzo agreed and asked who it was. My reply: Beirut, b#@%h! Best moment of the trip.