I saw EMA this week at a local hole in the wall. This joint is so small you literally brush elbows with the talent. She invited Mas Ysa to open for her. He was neither superb nor abysmal. I would describe his set like I describe this website – as amateurish, but charming. Anyway, after he finished and during EMA‘s set he settles in next to me. We chat a little. He sporadically shouts at the stage and dances wildly with nervous over-intensity. I tried to reassure him with a few kind words about his performance. I came to see EMA, so I’m not trying to talk to the opening act during her set. That seems a bit disrespectful. The room is small, so everyone can see everyone. After loudly proclaiming his love for the headliner, he flailed around for two songs and then split for the bar. I suspect this is a metaphor for his entire existence. Sometimes, you learn everything you need to know about someone in the first two songs.