A Day In the Life (Devendra Banhart)

When Devendra Banhart awoke yesterday he was greeted with the sounds of birds chirping and cash registers across the country (or at least in Williamsburg) chachinging sales of his new album. He was in New York as musicians are known to be when their albums are released. He parobably ate breakfast, judging from his body size he either starts with fruit or wheat germ. "But Tim," you're all thinking "How do you know of Devendra's daily ritual, and his body mass? Surely, you weren't able to sermize this from listening to Mr. Banhart's brilliant new 'Cripple Crow' album, lest you be witch."

Well no blog readers I'm no witch, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting the affable Mr. Devendra Banhart yesterday after stumbling into an instore performance/signing at Virgin Megastore yesterday. This was right after my brief on the street encounter with Saturday Night Live's Amy Poehler. What a wierd smattering of events. I made up the stuff about Devendra's breakfast. I really have no idea what he ate.