I went to the Greek Theater last Friday night to see Brittany Howard. It was the first time I’d been there since the spring of last year when I went to see The National for what I hoped would be a cathartic and closure-filled experience about my father’s death underneath a dark, cloudy EL AY sky. It worked—just not the way I expected it to.
Brittany Howa…
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