Last night at the Hot Snakes show at the Bell House, someone jumped onstage, snagged the setlist, and dove into the audience with such velocity that s/he was a plaid blur. Even the band marveled.
Glad I got to see them. First-world complaint: I always thought standing behind tall people at shows was annoying, but at last night’s show, there were people (well, let’s face it, mostly beardos wearing vintage plaid wool shirts and dark-rimmed glasses) of all heights there, and half the time my line of vision was obscured not by the tall ones, but by the ones insistently holding their cameras/smart phones aloft in an attempt to document the show. Because *that’s* going to be a great recording. Fucking watch out, Maysles brothers.