Guster at Delmar Hall

The Guster concert at Delmar Hall was remarkable.

1. It was a general admission concert with a limited number of seats, and Gary and I scored seats: black metal barstools that became torture devices after a few hours. When the concert was done I required a bit of butt massage before I was able to walk.
2. The seats were against the wall. Everyone else stood and danced. Some woman stood right in front of me, so close that she was virtually sitting on my knee. Then, she said something to her boyfriend. I don't know what facial message I sent to her that she picked up on. Perhaps she said, "Why doesn't this woman plaster herself to the wall to give me space to dance?" I only heard his half of the conversation, which was, "Well, you're standing right in front of her, and you're invading her personal space." Yeah, good call there, boyfriend.  Then -- triumph -- they left between acts.
3. Gary ordered a whiskey instead of his standard Bailey's. He taught me how to drink whiskey - did you know you're not supposed to swallow at first? You leave it on your tongue and keep your mouth slightly open so the fumes can escape. Then after the toxic fumes dissipate, you drink it.
4. The sound quality at Delmar Hall is better than the Sheldon and the Pageant, so audiences like it. I don't know how much musicians like it. Both Steven Page and Ryan from Guster made remarks. When Steven Page commented that it seemed sterile to him, I thought he was referring to the black walls. He might have been commenting on the way things sounded up on the stage. I don't know how music usually sounds to a band on stage, but Ryan from Guster said that the sound was "pristine," and that we could probably hear them fart, and that the music was just going out into the audience and laying there.

 And of course, even though they did not play my favorite song, I still enjoyed it greatly.