Leisure
Reviews and think pieces on music, movies, art, and theater.
Feel my pain, but don’t smell my hair
Bright Eyes takes the stage last Sunday at the 9:30 Club. The crowd claps. The crowd looks down, stares at feet. Bright Eyes bangs out first song, lead singer Connor Oberst warbles another epic of woe and, well, more woe. Crowd claps, brushes artificially black hair out of eyes, becomes eerily silent and fixes gaze at feet.