OK, we're kind of famous for last-minute planning, unnecessary all-nighter car trips, and generally rampant disorganization. Still, we really thought that 3 days was ample time to cross the U.S. in a Volkswagen hatchback, even with only one day of jet-lag recovery under our belts. It was maybe in the middle of Wyoming that I realized it was going to be a long, strange soda-chugger of a trip, shadowed the entire time by a malignant thunderstorm and strobey lightning bolts over the bleak midwestern zone of Highway 80.

Barely any sleep and 2,899 miles later, we made it to Brooklyn in the literal nick of time for the show at McCarren pool, which I guess is a summertime institution for people who are into free concerts and an excuse to wear a swimsuit on dry land. Unfortunately for the latter, it started raining midway through the YACHT set, but the show was still a raver in this "partying even though we're mildly reluctant to get wet" way. Jona was crazy-eyes exhausted, but he still killed (as always), even scaling the barriers and dancing with the crowd, and I joined in for a couple songs, which is something we've been noodling around with lately. Peep the video of us, it feels good and bouncey. We like you! To quote Charlie's mordant stage banter during a particularly weird Panther set on New Zealand tour, "do you guys like me?"