The crowd started clapping after every solo from the supporting musicians
I saw Berline, Crary and Hickman in Dunedin in 198mumble. First odd thing was that the show was arranged by the US Consulate as an art initiative. Second thing was turning up and not recognizing anyone else in the crowd - not just unheard of but virtually impossible in Dunedin at the time. First tune, Dan Crary takes the first solo and everyone claps. He looks up with a classic WTF on his face and glances at the others, who were also surprised, shrugs his shoulders and carries on.
There was clapping at every solo, for a bit. Didn't last too long though. Bluegrass has a lot of soloing...
I don't think I've ever been to a gig that was actually, genuinely too loud.
Psychedelic Furs at Sweetwaters. Richard Butler's voice was an indeterminate roar inside my head. We were down front too so I'm thinking most of it was from the on-stage monitors.
By the way I have tinnitus and it isn't pleasant.
I've had tinnitus since birth, so it's normal for me - I guess that helps, for some definition of 'helps'.
Talking Heads at His Majesty's Theatre. Not loud, no flashy lights. I don't recall any dancing. Utterly mesmerizing.
I still hate them for tearing down His Majesty's
John Halvorsen watered the plants at the place I worked a couple of years ago. A colleague and I separately mentioned to him the buzzing in our ears because of The Gordons. He apologized but, quite frankly, I think it was worth it. I suspect that he gets that a lot.
I remember seeing Elvis Costello, in Christchurch a generation or two ago, get very, very red in the face when someone thought it a good idea to moo (literally) during 'Alison'.
The Amazing Rhythm Aces/Leon Russell gig at Auckland Town Hall (? or was it His Majesty's?) was... interesting too. Everyone left at the interval. Same thing happened when Dirty Dozen Brass Band played some shed on Queens Wharf, although in that case I believe most people thought the show actually was over.
I do wonder though how much less tolerant I've become as I've aged. My son and I went to the Red Hot Chili Peppers at Vector a wee while ago. I got distinctly bored and grumpy at the end when they turned into a pointlessly noodling jam band.