“If you’re willing/ To die a little/ You’ll hear my song.” Penelope Houston’s lyrics are weeeeird! I love them. Her show on Wednesday was a love fest, and she looked killer as usual. But my pet peeve was in full effect: Bad sound. I know from drunkenly pestering sound engineers at practically every place in town that the Make-Out Room is particularly tough for sound. It’s tall and barny and not square. But when you can’t hear the world-famous lead singer, something is extra wrong.
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