Waiting for a streetcar, or a trainwreck. When it takes three hours for a show to happen, you can’t help but have expectations. Waiting around a place even as pinball-happy D’ollaire’s can grate. Especially when the unready, unsteady band in question has some questionable conceptual fixation with controlling all aspects of the show.
There was no jukebox music, or other any sounds produced by other bands, allowed before the egregiously delayed set. We were out of quarters and drink tickets over an hour before showtime. And who do we ever want to talk to at D’ollaire’s?

Location B at the Bullfinch, with Bottles & Cans… Watch the… (their ellipses, not ours) at Hamilton’s with The MTA Band…