the seat D25

Apart from a very rattly double bass, the sound here was a lot better than the other gig the other day, though a much less harsh sound to the piano helped. I might have caught the bloke my dad usually sees in the front row in another shot. I was mostly trying to ignore the jiggling, scratching dingbat in the seat to my right, but had to settle for turning my head in his direction very slowly and frowning very hard.