This show probably lowered the average age of visitors to the Veterans of Foreign Wars post in Lomita by a good 30 years. I don’t know why Vampire Weekend chose to play this venue — or a wine bar in Visalia for that matter –but it was really cool to see them in a cozy setting that reminded me of a high school mixer. A girl was selling t-shirts and posters under a bingo board. The PA system was playing oldies (e.g. “Build Me Up Buttercup”) before the show. We guessed that very few of the more than 200 people cradling cans of Corona and singing along to “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa” had been to this small town in the South Bay before. In fact, Vampire Weekend’s lead singer even said something like, “I’ve never been to Lomita before.” I had — though I don’t remember why. This town’s strange salty, loamy smell stuck in my memory. My friend Scott had the very unusual distinction of actually having visited this VFW post before. In the late 80s, he came for a baseball card show and remembered balking at the price of a Mark McGwire card.