Things I learned at The National:
-It is still possible for me to become a teenage girl while watching a band and experience the “oo he’s looking at me!” giddiness that was once so common with striking lead singers.
-this doubles when said lead singer climbs all over the audience and touches my shoulder as he goes by, still singing.
It’s good to feel giddy about a band and go home with post concert buzz.
Sigh…dreamy sigh.
