Marah

It is rather rare for small American rock groups to play in Belgrade. I have decided that I should support the ones that do come. With this in mind, I went to see Marah last Thursday night. It was entertaining, but probably not in the way the band members had hoped.

They were drunk, high, or a combination of the two beyond belief. The music was okay, but the between song banter was amazing, almost like watching a car crash. The two singers talked about how pretty the Belgrade women are and propositioned the entire (male) first row. They kept saying how playing in Belgrade was a lifelong dream for them. One of the singer told a not-to-be-repeated-in-polite-company story involving candy bars, a pornographic magazine, and talking on the phone to his mother. They also played three encores even though the applause definitely did not warrant it.

Throughout the show, they invited the crowd to hang out with them after the show. Needless to say, I did not take them up on the offer.