So, a few days ago I was typing in the Internet cafe, which is next to one of the concert venues. The cafe is in a pathway to the cigar bar, where that day a very soulful jazz musician was making his music. I was half listening. What I really noticed was he would be playing a few notes, then singing a little, then there’d be a poignant moment of silence, they a few more meaningful notes, then RRRRRRRRRR! RRRRRR! as the bartender made a daiquiri I swear to God. And then the Friends of Bill W meeting let out and some members gave up their anonymity by whooping and shrieking in a drunken fashion through the halls.
I felt really bad for the soulful player, because of all the disruptions and because almost no one had come to see him. I wasn’t paying attention when he left, but I didn’t remember hearing any applause. I left soon after he did.
And it was about two hours later that I realized I’d been listening to the sound check for the Brother’s Creegan concert.
2 responses to “The Unfortunate Concert by the Internet Cafe”
A couple years ago, I went to see Jonathan Richman at Blueberry Hill — small, acoustic show — and some jerk was using his cell phone in a REALLY LOUD AND OBVIOUS WAY. I felt sorry for Jonathan, though he’s absolutely not the type to go all Axl Rose on a audience member, no matter how rude. Fortunately, some woman not-so-nicely told “annoying cell phone guy” he was disrupting the show.
Kathy- Seriously, who comes to a concert to talk? It’s for listening. What is with people?