She looks like Jean-Ralphio’s sister with a little less abrasive Bjork qualities to her voice. And maybe some of that girl from The Knife.
And the one from The Exorcist.
Okay, I’m just being a dick. I’m not really into it, but she’s having fun and she “is only sixteen”. Let’s stop peeing on her party bus.
There is no defending this “heckler”—and I’m basing this judgment off of basic human etiquette. It can be fun to pretend that sometimes the obvious guilty party isn’t at fault, due to the sugary notion that “sometimes people (re: fans) say asinine things out of genuine concern.” And yeah, maybe sometimes they do. But voicing these things at the performer’s FUCKING SHOW makes you void of common sense.
My money is on the fact that it wasn’t genuine concern, and this woman—like many people who blurt things veiled as “worry”—just wanted her megaphone for 5 seconds.
And as for Fiona’s reaction, her emotional response is her emotional response. It clearly inhabits her music, and I personally love her for that. Maybe she’s mentally frail, and personally, I would’ve just thrown up a finger and continued on with the set, but people get too wound up in this bullshit. The audience member was being a boisterous idiot that—more than likely—had an alcoholic catalyst, and Fiona’s response is what it is.
Let it be done.
I was just texting a friend that Beach House had a new album coming out and my phone autocorrected it to Bitch House. But yes, like most everything they do, Bloom is great.
I mean, I’d dance to it drunk.