Todd Rundgren in the 70s. Hands down from this cat . . . .
No fan. Girfriend and her bud pleaded with me to get tickets so I did and we went. 45 minutes of mediocre, pompous pop. 45 minutes. And despite shrieking and applauding of their fans, after 45 minutes and the last couple done by sequencers alone onstage, no encore for them.
No fan. Girfriend and her bud pleaded with me to get tickets so I did and we went. 45 minutes of mediocre, pompous pop. 45 minutes. And despite shrieking and applauding of their fans, after 45 minutes and the last couple done by sequencers alone onstage, no encore for them.