Seeing a “bigger” act, one that’s well-established, whether as a bona fide star or just a consistently quality performer that’s been making the rounds for long enough that their set has become a finely tuned endeavor, is a usually hermetic experience. On its face, it’s a positive, this sense as though the act had been packed up and shipped from place-to-place like an action figure with rigid, finite range of motion, the setlist an identical rundown of the same perfectly positioned songs, ordered for maximum emotional effect and honed to a nearly flawless perfection.
But here’s the thing.
Calvin Setar 