So, a few days ago I was typing in the Internet cafe, which is next to one of the concert venues. The cafe is in a pathway to the cigar bar, where that day a very soulful jazz musician was making his music. I was half listening. What I really noticed was he would be playing a few notes, then singing a little, then there'd be a poignant moment of silence, they a few more meaningful notes, then RRRRRRRRRR! RRRRRR! as the bartender made a daiquiri I swear to God. And then the Friends of Bill W meeting let out and some members gave up their anonymity by whooping and shrieking in a drunken fashion through the halls.
I felt really bad for the soulful player, because of all the disruptions and because almost no one had come to see him. I wasn't paying attention when he left, but I didn't remember hearing any applause. I left soon after he did.
And it was about two hours later that I realized I'd been listening to the sound check for the Brother's Creegan concert.