The National's lead singer, Matt Berninger, is a baritone of the tallest order, a lurching, lanky charmer who awkwardly bumbles through live sets, yet somehow simultaneously exudes a cool, nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. Shambolic, metaphorically wart-ridden, and uncomfortably vulnerable, he's more interested in exposing weakness than projecting strength—more apt to stagger among us than tower above us.
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I would buy a ticket off a scalper just to see what "metaphorically wart-ridden" looks like. Wouldn't you?
Fark.
* Ramon, non-flibberty-gibberty hard-hitting political analysis about something to follow shortly.
