
The basement crowd was enthusiastic and had great hairdos. For some reason, I wasn't expecting EIE to be as hard and loud as they were, and it was bracing and fun as shit. They had that good stage-to-crowd relationship where everyone watching had one tiny magic string tied to their insides and the other end of each one was held by the lead singer/guitarist, Irene Barber (I'm pretty sure, I didn't ask around). She is fierce and wonderful. At one point I think I made eye contact with her, and she may have seen inside my soul.
Toward the end they said they wanted to try out a new song—"like, two hours new," Barber said. When they finished and everyone was sweaty and smiling, she said with a grin, "Okay, we'll probably keep that one. That went pretty well."
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