Last night was all late night pear ice cream, brews, and tunes from the surprisingly bouyant EMA. She asked in the middle of the set if the audience thought she would be all sad and moody because of her record, and everyone sort of grinned sheepishly and nodded. I’m fascinated by the transformation of a tight, slightly electronic, album to a live performance. This one was way more punk than I thought it would be, and it hit the spot.
In other news, somewhat related beer and punk rock, some of my wee pics showed up featured on this here pattern (which I did not write, but did make). Your beer needs a sweater, you better believe it.