Nicely written piece on an interesting issue about performance (not a new one to this board I'm sure).
I just wish I had seen this, it can't be as absurd as I am imagining it to be.
"Turns out he had a chest infection. So yeah, chest infections are rank, and it can't be easy performing an energetic set to a room full of people on a hot July evening if you have a fever. But his complaints were constant; wandering around the stage cradling his tea, looking up at the ceiling as if he believed that this would be his last ever song, shaking his head in disbelief at his own sickness. At points, he was able to come down into the crowd and do a bit of singing from there, pull a few Michael Jackson shapes, and attempt some supposedly ironic but nonetheless terribly pretentious interpretive dance."