I like Amos Lee, he was in town last night for free, and he was playing outside so I could sit by the water and be all peaceful and everything. What could go wrong? Anyone who has ever read this blog and chanced across any posting of any concert (except Wilco) that I've ever attended is raising their hand and saying, "Oh! Oh! I know! It's the audience, right?"
Given that it was outdoors, it was a restaurant venue, the concert was free, and they were serving alcohol, I understood that the audience would be drunk and rowdy. Really, I promise that I did understand that going into the concert. So my usually tight-assed standards for audience behavior were really relaxed. Even so, I left. That's the first time I've ever left a concert. I couldn't hear the opening act, but I figured that once Lee came out, the audience would quiet down. They didn't. They got louder. Amos Lee adjusted his singing level to account for the talky, rowdy audience, but he couldn't adjust it enough. And it wasn't that I was far away -- I wasn't. If a drunk guy hadn't stepped in front of me to talk to two women and thus, with his big head, blocked any view I had of Amos Lee, I could have taken a recognizable picture with my cell phone to include with this post. I'm glad the concert was free as I would have had to demand my money back otherwise.