There was something about the crowd that surprised me though: it was packed with prim looking women and their suit-clad dates. The women had perfect hair and tasteful cardigans and silk scarves knotted daintily at their throats. This was not what I was expecting at all.
Maybe I was envious of their perfection but they made me want to be more messy and unruly.
Neko Case is kind of a barely-contained force of nature. She has thoughts and emotions she needs to GET OUT. When she sings these thoughts and emotions are ejected right out of her body. It's powerful and beautiful to see.
Watching her also made me want to be more messy and unruly.
Overall the whole experience made me want to be worse. By worse I mean I want to feel good about dropping balls, doing things wrong, not doing what I'm supposed to do, going out with bed head, basically exploiting my flaws.
I don't want to go overboard and start wearing a hipster homeless-Bjorn-Borg costume or anything. I'm not going to invent new flaws for myself. It's just that being comfortable inhabiting your entire self including the ways you fuck up has to be really powerful.
So I think I'm going to start taking it easy on my rougher edges. Maybe I can talk myself into seeing my failures as successes.