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Sure, FlyBy admits it: Before March rolled around, "Ratatat" was an onomatopoetic way of suggesting that somebody was at the door. Or that the old man upstairs was doing his Riverdance routine again. You see, FlyBy's never been one of those hipster blogs. Our jeans hang reasonably loose, the frames of our glasses are metallic and top out at only a few millimeters of thickness, and we don't look at the Top 40 with complete disdain. That is to say, we like it when songs have words...
Right, so, long story short, Ratatat is onstage, doing their thing. There's lights going: purple, orange, red. Smoke, too. And a screen with some weird video clips on it. Pretty much all the bells and whistles you'd expect somebody to have if they couldn't communicate to you in spoken syllables. An odor of marijuana in the front, there. Very exciting. Well, not really. Sort of awkward, actually, for a hopelessly un-hip blog, which doesn't have time on a Sunday afternoon...
...Circles of people writhe, hands turned upwards, arms limp, like flower children from another decade. Ahhhhh, sweet liberation. A pair of music lovers cavorts by us, locked in mock battle. One shoots invisible missiles (an automatic weapon?) at the other, in time with Ratatat's pulsing guitar. The other falls to the ground, body trembling. His partner joins him. Lots of rhythmic twitching. The song ends. A final twitch. FlyBy thinks hard about the pros and cons of mind-altering drugs. Ratatat...
Despite the inhospitable chill and Sunday-night scheduling, singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles and electronic duo Ratatat drew hordes of undergraduates to Yardfest 2009 in Tercentenary Theater yesterday evening...
...despite the on-campus hype that built quickly after their appearance was made official, Ratatat disappointed some Yardfest-goers by limiting their repertoire to their original electronic material and not venturing into their better-known remixed work...