I saw The Sea and Cake at The Parish, 9/20. I love their sophisticated, almost jazzy pop. They are artistes. At least Sam Prekop and Archer Pruitt are, each with their own great solo albums more jazz and rock, respectively. They have the stage presence of wood. Or watching a tree rustle in the wind. Meanwhile, behind them, John Macintye is hammering out the beat with such insistence, joy, and precision, that you could see on his face how intensely he feels the songs and enjoys his craft. He must have been on something because he could hardly hide all the pride, inspiration, rigor, and command went into every beat. I finally went to the front of the stage and caught a little bit of video at the end of the third and last encore that captured a bit.