Sure, we all no there is no shows and this week really, really hurts.
No Steve Earle musical on Saturday at Public Theatre. No Pearl Jam at MSG on Monday. No Thom Yorke at Radio City Music Hall and/or Hammerstein Ballroom.
Nothing going on.
Life has stopped unless you are on the frontlines, in which case it never ends.
Here is how it goes (I think I read this in NYT or maybe it was Bob Lefsetz’s newsletter):
The rich go to their summer homes
White collar workers are incubated with their families going balmy.
Blue collar workers are working the same as always wherever they can.
And musicians are stuck at home refusing to release new music…