Best thing about the sold-out show last night: the place didn't feel sold-out, the crowd wasn't smashed up against one another, and the bartenders were extra on top of it.
Worst thing: M. Ward's boring live show.*
Saddest thing: The married lady dancing a little too energetically next to a husband who clearly wasn't that into her, who was stone-faced while she was whimsically windmilling her arms around and doing crazy stuff with her hips and breasts and flipping her hair, obviously trying to seem like she was having fun while he was obviously completely uninterested in her anymore. "Zero. Zero," my friend kept saying. "Wow. He hates his own wife. That's sad. They got married too young."
* There are musicians who are their best selves on their recordings and there are musicians who come to extra life when they're performing, and M. Ward definitely belongs in the former category, along with other songwriters whose recorded output is genius but who just seem anemic live, like, oh I dunno, Belle & Sebastian, the Mountain Goats...
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