it’s educational

At a certain point last night, Tsongas Arena ceased to be an experience between stage and audience and became something much more organic. The shoulder-to-shoulder general admission floor crowd seethed and surged in head-bobbing happiness. One particular area, dead center in front of Frank Black, ebbed and flowed as if there was a gigantic finger below them, moving them back and surging them forward more or less as a single unit. The security in front of them looked on warily, occasionally climbing the restraining barracades to fish out deviants. Meanwhile, the Pixies played on, with Black in his black spectacles conjuring the growing cauldron of people below, a sorcerer whipping them into a frenzy with “Monkey Gone to Heaven.”

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