Beirut's Elephant Gun

My pal Omar wants to change the world through art. I am not sure I more comfortable in anyone's presence than Omar's and Sandie Black's, and even Sandie will admit that she is often her own herd of cats. Omar is a tide in my life; when I am about to become wreckage, he floods whatever ocean I am traveling with hope and energy. I've been rescued several times by his interests and respect for my arty-farty efforts, so when he writes me and links me to something in the world that affects him profoundly, I feel the hit directly, and today he has discovered Zach Condon, the barely twenty genius behind the group Beirut. Omar sends me an email and says for a guy like this at his age to be producing music like this is fucking incredible. This is what Omar sends me: