A show in a show

Went to see Feist on Monday night in P-town. Going to a show when you love the singer as much as I love Feist is way better than seeing a band you barely know. She's got a fantastic voice too, alluring and lovely, like a lullaby I never want to end.

The true entertainment though was this guy in the crowd. He must've been six feet tall, his body awkward and blundering. Yet whenever the singing started he became the graceful elephant dancing dramatically to the music. He'd rock back and forth or jump up and down and stomp his feet. His hand clapping practically covered the sound of the band. People around him had to move away to clear a space for his careening. It was: priceless.