Stubs: #138 – Kurt Elling, Wellington, 2012

You can get pretty jaded as a critic – all that music you loved, and allegedly still love – it can just seem like too much, or not enough (never enough). I dunno what I’m trying to say here, simply that I recognised, before anyone else I think, that I’ve sat through so many gigs, arms folded, face like a slapped arse, and I have only myself to blame.

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