M83, last night at the Granada
By the time the Granada doors opened for M83 last night, the line reached nearly to 11th Street. I’d spent the better part of an hour killing time half a block over at the Replay, while the more industrious fans secured their places for the show. It took 30 minutes to get everyone inside; by then, the only vantage points left gave you views of the backsides of the other 98 percent of the audience.
But, really – who cares? M83 brought so many lights that if you could see the starlit backdrop, which flashed and twinkled, or the tubes and spots flashing and swaying, it mattered not whether you could see someone behind a mic or rocking a guitar. The music was so powerful and out-there, the band itself was almost secondary.
