Media at Pemberton got to go into the pit and take photos for three songs. I was standing there, next to some guy named David, and just as we were taking photos and staring at each other, wideeyed over how awesome Grimes was, and how in love we were, the security guys pulled us out because we had apparently overstayed our welcome. What had felt like twenty seconds had been fifteen minutes. I clawed my way back to the front of the stage and stood, entranced, as Claire Boucher herself bopped about like some anime squirrel. She wound knobs, pressed pedals, and did what seemed to be very technical stuff (I have no idea about making electronic music, she could have been hitting the disco key on a keyboard and I would have been impressed), all the while dancing like a manic elf. Her two backup dancers whirled about, long periwinkle sweaters wrapped on their waists. Every once in a while, Grimes would throw back her head and positively GROWL. it was delightful. the atmosphere was very upbeat, and it seemed as though the music was floating in on air bubbles, as if we were underwater. Delightful.
