Picture this: I'm at a small jazz club, right? The sax player hits this gorgeous, vulnerable note, and for three seconds the whole room is breathing together. Then—ping—someone's phone lights up. That collective breath? Gone. It's like a ripple in a pond, except the pond is full of people trying to connect with art.
You're right that bad behavior is part of it, but phones amplify that behavior. They make it almost impossible not to check, not to record. It's not about gatekeeping—it's about preserving the thing we all came for. And honestly, those medical concerns? Venues can work around that. Lockable pouches with exceptions for documented needs. That's not banning care, that's banning distraction.
Sometimes the best way to protect something beautiful is to remove the thing that keeps breaking it.
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