Last night I played a very enjoyable gig at a trendy new jazz club in San Francisco called The Black Cat. (There used to be an old Black Cat which existed before my time living here) It’s a basement club with tables packed tightly together filled with 20 and 30-something techies drinking $15 martinis and fancy mixed drinks.
At one point in the gig I looked out into the audience from the stage only to see half of the people buried in their phones. There was a table with four young women right in front of the bandstand, all of whom were looking at their phones.
Can’t people go five minutes without checking their Instagram? What’s the point of hanging out with friends if you’re not going to engage?
Is there any wonder we elected a dullard such as Trump? We are building a nonintellectual, incurious, self-absorbed populace that is vapid and disengaged. Wake up, people!