I was reading the website of Amy Rigby, one of my favorite singers (and if you haven't heard her yet, hie thee to the music store or to one of the fine online purveyors of sound. I was amused, if somewhat chagrined, by her comments on her UK tour.
"Because there’s always cause for renewed cynicism when the itinerary includes places like Leicester. This is quite a large city with a very diverse population, and I know I’ve played a decent show here before. But this particular night was doomed, with the venue being switched at the last moment to an awful black basement and an opening band that made me feel completely uncomfortable with their lack of humor and camaraderie, so determined were they to put on a good showing for a supposed record label that was coming to see them. Plus, they sucked. I was close to suicidal by the time I got back to the hotel where Hazel had wisely spent the evening. Next morning I walked through the rainy streets and felt a little better, mostly because I knew we were heading to Scotland."
Ouch. Poor dissed Leicester... wonder who the other band was?
