So, without throwing any huge words around that no one would know how to deal with, and would decrease my edge factor considerably, I know this chick who's pretty cool.  In fact, I think she's all right.
We were listening to the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs CD the other day, Show Your Bones, and it doesn't get much better.
I ask her for 100 words on why the new disc kicks ass. This is what she gave me:

• "What's your crime?" Yeah Yeah Yeahs singer Karen O begs. I say, Sweet Karen O, my only crime is the obsessive-compulsive breakdown of my day into 39-minute segments since I bought Show Your Bones. I've thrown away my watch, and keep time by the constant repetition of these 11 tracks. I'd like to say my addiction is to the wickedly subtle drumming or the wailing guitar riffs, but I know my weakness - oh, Karen, Karen O. She tenderly slays her prey, and buries it with a kiss and a scream: "My dear, you've been used / I'm breaking the news." Enough said.

Indeed. Enough said.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, April 25, 8 p.m., all ages, $22.50 at Ticketmaster, Paramount Theatre, Seattle. - Matt Driscoll