Mikey (first time in Webster Hall, first ever concert) went last Monday. Jill (second time in Webster Hall) went last Tuesday. This post is a week late because we had hard midterms. Sorry editor!
For an artist (MIKA!!!!) who has walked through air in a bunny-like astronaut suit before, Webster Hall was a dismal stage unworthy of his grandeur. It rained like hell the day I (Mikey) went, something I thought was physically impossible, given that Mika has magical powers.
Yet there Mika was, with his high-pitched, British cadence, somehow making Webster Hall magical. I (Mikey) guess that’s the deeper meaning of Webster Hall. It’s shitty, but that’s OK.
