Friday, September 24, 2004

Two Triangles? Man, Apostle of Hustle Is Like The New Rush
If the editors of Esquire magazine (a periodical we generally enjoy) gained the power to create rock stars from pulp, paper and bits of string, it might end up something like Andrew Whiteman. Or at least dress like him. Though we must know how he keeps those pants on. They seem to be forever hanging about 8/10ths of the way down his indie ass. Suspenders? Belt? Double-sided tape? The world may never know.

And, as a general rule, we've determined that for the best concert experience, those on stage must be having exactly 1.3 times as much fun as those in the audience. And, for this equation to work, those in the audience must be having, at the very least, the most fun they've had all week. By that standard, this evening was... "heartwarming."

All the usual suspects. But no Liss. What gives? You got some splainin' to do.

See also...
Sarah Liss: Latest Hustle
Mike Doherty: Hustle Rose

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