At one point, I counted how many more-or-less feminine-looking people there were at the Wolf Eyes show last night in Madison and, including the bartender, there were 4 out of about 40. This wasn’t true all night, but the ratio didn’t change too dramatically. And even if it had, something of the masculinity that was established at the start of the night stuck.
This didn’t bother me so much as remind me of what masculine cultural feeling often looks and sounds like. It’s something I consider my own even if it attempts or appears to attempt to only belong to itself.
So here’s what I took from Wolf Eyes.