The Lost Art of Making a Complete Ass of Yourself on Stage
There is a point in every live performance where a band has to decide what the audience is actually there to see. Are they there to hear the songs exactly as recorded, only louder? Are they there to watch performers stand under tasteful lighting while playing with professional accuracy? Are they there to admire all of it and go home satisfied that everyone stayed in tune? If so, then man, they are at the wrong concert. We here at The Plastic Bastards Institute of Advanced Fuckery have always leaned toward another possibility: if people have gone through the trouble of leaving their houses, finding the venue, paying money, standing around, Read the rest