London’s Bush turned up at the Neptune on Thursday evening. I will read that sentence again and again. Why? Because I didn’t know if I would ever get to see Bush perform and the Neptune has long been a movie theater in Seattle, not a live venue. Somehow Bush the band and Neptune the live venue collided, just for me. Well, not just for me but you know, this is how sometimes I like to view the world.
The night started off with the audience behaving quite respectably, waiting fairly patiently. But then things got lairy once Bush took the stage. The biggest culprits? Crazed women in the front, where I was taking photos. I’m used to pushing, shoving, and so forth, but I did not do so well through “The Mirror of the Signs,” and less well during “Little Things,” when I needed to escape the main pit. See, Bush’s Gavin Rossdale plopped himself right at the front of the stage, and suddenly women were reaching over me, crawling over me, basically scratching me to get at him. And he stayed there, playing his guitar for what seemed like an eternity. Very nicely, but while one is in the middle of such a fracas it’s pretty scary. So by song three I moved along to enjoy the show from other viewpoints.
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