Courtney Barnett at the Rickshaw Stop Monday night.
By Sloane Martin
Standing outside the Rickshaw Stop before Courtney Barnett's set, I'm watching her chat with her bandmates when one of the girls working merch pops out to let Barnett know that they've run out of everything — shirts, albums, posters. "Oh, hang on," Barnett cries. "I think we have a couple more t-shirts in the car!" And she's off, grabbing the minivan keys from her drummer so she can dig out something to sell to San Francisco. Despite the shaggy hair and the tomboy-cool outfit of striped t-shirt, jeans, and Chelsea boots, she genuinely has appreciation for the fans who have come out.