I’m glad this weekend’s Girl Talk show wasn’t my first of his. If it had been, I probably would have written him off, due to a combination of (relatively) quiet music and the nightmare that the stage became. Before the show started, security told me that no one would be allowed on the stage. But sure enough, once Gregg pressed PLAY, the entire front row jumped on stage. Followed by the second, third and pretty much every row. I followed suit, but was quickly ejected, along with about a third of the people there. “The stage is collapsing” the guard told me. Right.

So I watched most of the show from the back and side stages, feeling somewhat like a concert voyeur — watching people have fun, but not getting to partake.