A late start, a generous light plot and a room that had been waiting years for it.
The doors said eight. The band didn’t take the stage until well past nine, and nobody in the room seemed to mind. The Fillmore has a way of making a late start feel like part of the plan, and by the time the house lights dropped, the wait had turned into anticipation instead of impatience.
What made the night, though, was the light. A generous plot with real depth let the band work the whole stage instead of huddling under a single wash, and it gave the photos room to breathe — silhouettes against color, faces caught mid-word instead of mid-squint.
This is a room that’s been waiting for a night like this for a while. Tonight, it got one.