I went to see HTRK on the second night of their four-night residency at Phoenix Central Park. We got there about twenty minutes before the band started, and already the lumbar patricianate had taken their places on the bench along the concrete floor. The rest of the blow-ins have famously to stand on the stairs which run along the striated wooden walls that weave up into a cone at the apex of room. I like this set-up, creating as it does a little colosseum for the staggered expectants, marveling bloodily at the spectacle below.
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