Sarcasm about live music in a café.
Have I mentioned how wonderful it is when an acoustic guitarist decides that the only way to perform for a tiny little café is with excessive amplification?
And yes, his lyrics really resonate – as in, they distort horribly because of the acoustics of the place and a total failure to adjust the mixer board to account for it.
It's a real pity because his guitar-playing is decent enough that I could totally forgive his between-song banter.
And hey, it's a great opportunity to put away the writing I was trying to do in favor of trying very hard to focus on something visual!
Such a pity he's only here for a thirty-minute set....
