Once the band settles into its set, I plop back down in my seat and watch Ross gyrate to the music. The sound is a thousand times louder than the CD in my car stereo, but not any better. I recognize the songs off the new album only because I’ve already heard them so damn often, thanks to Ross. The lights are out, but lasers play across the stage and spotlights illuminate the jumbo screens surrounding the band. Nothing I haven’t seen on YouTube before. I feel like I’m trapped in a video.
A viral video. Viral Blue’s.
Ross moves like oil over water, ass shaking, elbows flaring out, head bopping along with the songs. Each time a new one starts, he turns and hollers at me, “Oh my God, I love this one!” Soon I can’t even hear him, but I recognize the shape the words make on his lips. I love th
