Shoulder nooks are an evolutionary advantage for concert viewing. If people were shaped like rectangles it would be even more difficult to see the stage.
Be careful what you wish for. Within moments of my friend announcing that she wanted to perform with a band some day, openers The Duchess and The Duke asked if anyone in audience knew how to play tambourine.
There are lots of couples.
I like The Cave Singers, because I “have a thing for harmonies,” but it’s like who doesn’t?
Beards make it too hard to tell how old people are.
People who set up the stage for the next band think they are engaging in their own little performance art piece.
Without a guitar lead singers don’t really know what to do with their arms. You start to wonder if every song is about the ocean, as Mariah Carey-esque interpretive wave hand movements abound.
The tech people at The Independent sometimes like to make the bands beg for what they want, “Please turn down the reverb.”
It is possible to instantly charm an audience by saying “I feel like we should just talk.” Contrary to popular opinion this does not necessarily work on girls.
When the lead singer says “I had this crazy dream about my uncle today,” don’t automatically assume he’s talking about “that kind of dream.” Because then he’ll say “You guys are dark man,” and someone will yell out “Welcome to San Francisco.” And it’s like if there’s one thing that San Franciscans are not it’s fucking dark.