So apparently the Dirty Projectors have been 'offered' to a prominent gig organizer in these parts for a show. What 'offer' exactly entails we don't really know. Except that our favorite mumbling pork-loving paparazzi has just been assassinated. So we're assuming it's big. It might have to do with nuclear energy, suicide bombers or more likely, Pantsy' fart, which we heard can send you either time traveling to 1903, increase your brain growth by 12.35% or turn you into an underfed chicken.
Dirty Projectors - After Santa Monica Boulevard (from Morning Better Last!)