Ever been to a concert and you swear a musician is looking right at you. The lyric intensifies and all of a sudden you’re frozen but trying to emote some sense of connection by nodding to the beat? And then the singer says between songs, “I can’t see a thing. How are you doing out there?”
Man I sound creepy, but this moment is entirely innocent.
Anyway, Sharon and her band were excellent, as was the opening set by Damien Jurado who writes sad songs, but banters on stage with an extremely enjoyable dry wit.