Oh man, oh man… I don’t know how they do it, but the Decemberists somehow manage to play every show like it’s their last, and trust me when I tell you this is a good thing. In Berlin last night it seemed like the party would never end. People actually hung from the rafters. There was a short play about St. Valentine. There was a hurdy gurdy, even. And really, what party could be complete without one?

This is Mr. Colin Meloy, as seen from the stage.