As we head into the weekend, I'd like to extend a very special thanks to all of you who read The Awl on a regular basis. I'm not trying to get sentimental or anything here, but this-hard though it sometimes may be to believe-is actually a burgeoning small business (emphasis on "small," appropriate laughter on "business"), and we are indeed most appreciative of your continuing custom, not just for the helpful tips and thoughtful comments you provide, but also for your valuable demographic information. And while we're on that subject, I have a brief question that may help us plan our post schedule on Monday.
A trifle bored this weekend? Why not spend some time with our glorious columnists: The lazy dude with the baby who hates Michael Wolff, the fella who watches sports, the altruistic lady, the guy who hates capitalism, the chick who likes bears, and the nutty guy with the protractor. Advertisers and venture capitalists only, read on!
This clip of Neko Case performing an older song of hers is a harmonic freakshow. The gorgeous Ms. Case, awesome as usual, runs pretty far and wide with pitch, so the most amazing thing here is the backup singer, who already has an insanely hard part on paper and an even harder job on stage.