Midway through the super set by The Wood Brothers at Beak and Skiff, an alarming amount of smoke began billowing over the left corner of the stage.
Dark, ugly smoke.
I had to go down and ask the security guards about it.
It appears the neighbor with adjoining property was burning something in his fire bit. We’re all safe, the guard assured me. Maybe we should make an announcement, he wondered out loud to other security people. Didn’t happen.
The opening set truly did smoke as everybody got ready for Lake Street Dive.