When your brother offers you dinner at Romeo's and a ride back to your car a mile up a steep hill, it's not a tough decision to leave early on the final day of ACL. Especially when I can watch Tegan and Sara and a reprise of Blues Traveler's afternoon performance on my laptop, courtesy of AT&T's Blue Room. Only regret: missing Foo Fighters, who are not offering their show for webcast. Lame.
I don't know what it is about Neko Case. Maybe it's the way she looks skyward when she sings. The way her twanged voice quavers in the high register. The way the sun lights up her long red hair. But, an hour passes like a minute watching her sing, and when she's through, I feel as if a spell has been lifted. The good kind.