As someone who watched as friends smuggled a complete Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner into a showing of Cookie, and as one whose last rock concert was the 1983 Supertramp date at Exhibition Stadium in Toronto, I am somewhat unqualified to comment on matters of contemporary audience etiquette. But the list of restricted items for this weekend’s Alanis Morissette concert does seem a little long. Perhaps that’s how it works these days.
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