I find this kind of mesmerizing. I think it partly has to do with the sad backdrop — the scrubby trees, cheap picnic table w/ umbrella, gas grill — contrasted with her total exuberance. 2:05 is one especially great moment; and 2:39. This also makes me wonder if I need to go back to Siouxsie, about whom I’ve never cared much (forgot about this great song).
Rock on, you clog-dancing banshee!
h/t to Dangerous Minds.
Ivan Kreilkamp 