Marc was hilarious.  A super nice guy in the green room, he casually joked around while offering us to their buffet spread and posing for pics.  I don’t know if he should have just put the guitar down and fired up a stand-up comedy routine with all the jokes he was cracking and F-bomb dropping on this very stuffy and intolerant crowd.  He sang a whack of songs he’d written for the likes of Rod Stewart, Cher, Amanda Marshall and Molly Johnson with his soft, soothing , yet deep resonating voice while playing acoustic guitar and a short stint at the grand piano off to the side.  Even though this is not the typical kind of show the Rebel Reviewer finds himself at, it was nice to open my fuckin eyes and take a look around for a change.

 The theatre was packed and I couldn’t just sit and shoot the band because the crowd was constantly complaining that there was a guy crouched down at the front of the stage taking photos of the band.  It’s a fuckin concert people!!!!  There is often MEDIA there.  Photographers, writers, you know… Rebel Reviewers!!!!  As I was told by Marc himself, I had the run of the place: to quote him when I asked what rules he had for me to follow when it comes to photography, he insisted “there are no rules, you can shoot from anywhere.  You can shoot from the stage if you want.  You can roll around on the stage right in front of us if you want”.  If I didn’t know he was joking I could have REALLY screwed with that audience and rolled around at the front of the stage just for fun!

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