Wynn Greenwood, aka Tracy + the Plastics, is well worth seeing live. She’s been popping up all over the place from Holland Cotter’s New York Times review of her show with K8 Hardy to an essay in Artforum about the awkward downtime in her work and its inherent value (the kind of art writing that uses “performative” repeatedly). Maybe I was too busy drinking, hanging out, and enjoying the show to notice the meaningful, pregnant pauses in her show but the impression I was left with was that it was very fun, smart, and strange. Go see her and give Beth Ditto money in the process.