A massive backlog of legacy touring acts trying to book dates, combined with club owners’ desire to make up lost revenue stemming from pandemic restrictions and quarantine, means there’s no room for taking risks on artists who might not draw a crowd.
A place where the kind of “you can’t make this up” day-to-day quirks and oddities bubble and bop along the surface, obscuring addiction, disability, mental illness, domestic conflict and violence, psychological abuse, sexual abuse, murder, incest, and repercussions of a massive previously invisible crime network
I can think of a few things I’d rather have if my plan was murder
“It’s just going to be a quarter of my weekend, every weekend, forever.”
