When you’re writing about a concert, or even if you’re just at a concert, one of the nice things to do straight away is note the eclecticism of the audience. Like the LCBO, concerts are the great leveler, flattening out all the differences of race, gender, class, et cetera. At concerts, fans new and old mix and mingle, clink plastic beer cups, and sing along together, humming the half-verses they can’t remember the lyrics to. And it’s fun to feign surprise at this; at the idea that people who dress different sometimes like the same things, and that a whole universe exists outside of your own personal processes of taste-making and self-cultivation.