So I set up, the crowd fills in, and the openers open (quite well, I might add). Scout steps up and right away, with the first number, she defines the entire show. Feel the reverb, the subtle passion of the verse, the noise-riot chorus as it hits those Nirvana bones deep. She’d obviously picked up a burnt piece of Kurdt on her way in. I felt very embarrassed as my shutter snapped a bit too loud during that first verse. Sorry Scout, didn’t mean to break the spell.
“So, any questions?,” she asked afterwards. Many questions were in fact asked and answered in the course of the night. That sort of honesty leaves you reeling. I mistakenly walked around the capital building twice on my way home, stone sober.
(c) Christian Hansen 2010