During the Hopscotch Music Festival, I stopped at the venue Deep South, where five bands were playing.
The audience was miserably small.
Some of the band members were lingering around after their shows and others were waiting in the pit for their turn to perform.
I have never been in a setting where the actual audience and the artists were so intimate.
At an arm’s length from the musicians, I could reach out, tap on his or her shoulder, and say: “Hey dude, great show!”
I actualy asked a guy who looked like he could’ve been a vocalist whether he was going to perform.