Apr 082007
When Neko Case sings, she throws her shoulders back and tilts her chin upward, like she’s committing an act of defiance. Her big voice fills the room and demands attention without being flashy. Last night’s concert featured a lot of material from her most recent album, as well as older songs like “Train from Kansas City”. It’s funny. A few years ago, I cringed at any sort of music that had even a little bit of twang. But now I actually like artists like Case, Lucinda Williams, and Kasey Chambers. Concern may be warranted, however, if I develop a chewing tobacco habit and a penchant for belts with oversized buckles that look like the state of Texas or a bucking bronco.
