|An amateur attempt, sure, but I didn't get in anyone's way.|
Kid Congo Powers was fantastic last night. He truly was. A full-blooded romp through a set that drew from his past as an '80s pioneer of post-punk, as well as just some straight up punk, his was a stage presence far from the snarling beast you might have expected. Instead, it was like your lovely, friendly old neighbor had decided to play you some songs in a tiny room. He grooved, he smiled, he had a speaking voice like honey, and he told stories about hitch hiking across America when he was 15.
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I would like to take this opportunity, though, to revisit the problems of gig-going etiquette, this time for photographers. Last night, there was a photographer who spent the entire concert jumping on the stage to photograph the band from three feet away, using the flash on his camera. Let's unpack the problems there, bearing in mind I am certainly no photographer. More »