Roseland Ballroom, NYC.
Gregory and Moe.
6:45 PM the curtain rises sharply, casting contrast on the loud crowd
minus one, two, three, four members, standing tall and limber, center stage.
Dim lights and endless fights with bar tenders of chicken big spenders
Pouring over and into full mugs of light beer chugs, sliding down, down, down…
Bright pink wrist bands keeping loud double fisting fans at bay
And long lines through far off lands ending in restroom etiquette disarray.
Melodic sounds filtered through subwoofer box hounds, and a new musical discovery for moe.
Sounds absolutely splendid, I must say.