I AM IRRESISTIBLY ATTUNED to music played in public, for better or worse. Out of car windows and radios, in bookstores, cafés and record shops, rocking minigolf DJ sets and sweaty karaoke boxes. Often this entails suffering (Eagles, Wham, Christmas tunes, Wham Christmas tunes). Sometimes surprise—an old frat rock anthem shout-sung by a dude chorus: joyous moment (ya probably had to be there).
With the dam of pent-up spring vibes finally breaking, this crow-sourced concert has been all For Better.
The Au Pairs
Paul Revere & the Raiders
Joe South – Games People Play