Live from a bubble

Iempathize with Jesse Davidson, the musician/ technician who pens the “Stories from the Other Side” column that appears in the Showcase each week.

It was hard enough for a musician to make money before Coronavirus shut everyone down.

Live performance is one of the only ways for bands to put food on the table now that the record business is dead.

Illegal downloads killed the record business 20 years ago. If bands don’t stay on the road doing gigs, they don’t eat.

Jesse’s article about bands and audience members in individual bubbles was hilarious, as was the “Flaming Lips” video.

Beatlemania in a bubble. I can see a screaming girl inside a rapidly fogging bubble.

Oxygen tank required in each bubble.

Does someone roll you to your seat?

No smoking/vaping allowed in the bubble.

Have fun with your beer and nacho/cheese plate inside the bubble and make sure your adult diaper is on.

The first concert goer to die in a bubble from suffocation or drug overdose shouldn’t take too long. Good luck, musicians.

I’m sitting on front row seats for a show that was supposed to take place last July and has now been rescheduled for August, 2021. We’ll see. No bubble for me, thanks.

The Centers for Disease Control have said to make sure your guests are “properly spaced out” while seated at your house this Thanksgiving.

To accomplish this, I’m contemplating putting hallucinogenic mushrooms procured at the Oregon border in the spinach salad.

Guaranteed to break the ice at any party.

Have a happy, virus-free Thanksgiving, everyone. Mitchell Seyfer

Palmdale