Welp, I just left the ZZ Ward show. SHE AND HER BAND ARE INCREDIBLE. Her control over the audience was unbelievable. ZZ Ward prowled the stage like some sort of weird wildcat, if there were a variety of wildcat that lived exclusively at festivals and wore suit-jacket onesies (I'm not a style blogger. I have no idea what that look is called). She would peer out across the vast sea of sexy (everyone at Pemberton is hot. I'm almost worried that they hired a bunch of models and I'm the only uggo/normie here) and flick one finger in the air, and the place would just pulse in response. She played a whole lot of songs about who done her wrong, and the onlookers roared in response, obviously wanting to dismember whomever would have the audacity to hurt her. ZZ Ward would call out the names of her extremely talented band members, and they would wail on whatever instrument they had. ZZ Ward herself is a very proficient harmonica player. Never have I seen so many twenty-somethings get so excited about a harmonica. And what vocal control! Sometimes I would worry that she'd taken on too much, that the note was too high to sustain or too long to follow. She delivered every time. Her voice punched everyone listening straight in the teeth. Bravo, ZZ Ward. You are incredible. I'm a little bit in love.
