
Why does one attend a MUSIC CONCERT if what they really want to do is talk? That's the question I was wondering while attempting to listen to Bradford Cox's mish-mash of covers and assumedly improv sounds on this particular Friday in March. I'm sure he was wondering this as well, as he posed more or less the same question to the audience when he realized he couldn't really even hear himself in the monitors. Once they cranked up the volume the talkers were silenced, at least from where I was, in front with the rest of those [...]