brainsplotch

I promised a Michael Shannon/Jason Narducy review and by God, I will deliver. I better damned well do it before I forget everything about it. After examining our respective sunburns from the Tigers game and me taking a shower to remove the sweat of sitting in the hot sun for three hours, we hopped on the Woodward Avenue light rail and took it up to Mack Avenue. From there, we walked up Woodward and saw, across the avenue, the immaculately dressed beautiful people walking the red carpet and entering the Detroit Symphony Orchestra' gala season opener at venerable Orchestra Hall. It offered a contrast to the musical event we were attending. Up another block or so we reached the Majestic Theater, former movie palace turned concert venue. It was the first time either of us had been to the Majestic. At this point, it dawned on me with rude unsparing clarity that I should have downloaded (uploaded?) the electronic tickets before we headed out. It took me about ten minutes of fumbling with...