Yesterday, I took a lunch break like any other, choosing to spend my 30 minutes perusing the local vinyl selection. As I entered the shop, I noticed a shaggy man, whose penchant for finding the good stuff before I did suggested he was someone I should know. We shopped in silence next to each other for what seemed like hours, as I waited anxiously for him to put down an album I particularly wanted, until he finally spoke. His accent was the clincher—This was Dan Whitford, frontman of the acclaimed Australian rock-electronic outfit Cut Copy. And he was in town to play the Jefferson Theater.