It was the end of November, and my daughter and I were hoping to go to the Boston Symphony for a rare appearance by famed cellist Yo-Yo Ma. It all depended on my getting to the box office in time to get tickets, which I had vowed to purchase if I could finish a certain project in time to leave my office by 5:00 p.m.
There is a space where existential nuance and personal confession all exist in the rhythms of a dreamscape universe. This is the world of Pell, and with his recent album Floating While Dreaming, he transports us to a universe of varied influences manifested in ambient sounds and serious hip-hop grooves.
As soon as the band comes on, I see a better portion of the audience bust out their camera phones and hold them up for (most of) the performance, snapping photos and taking video. They're blocking the person behind them, looking up at their phone instead of at the human beings playing live music in front of them.