Upon entering the Kennedy Center Concert Hall on Friday, it was clear the place had undergone some slight ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. (Sorry.) The air was misty with artificial fog.
The walls behind the tiers were subtly striped with long gray drapes. The stage was bathed in pinks, purples and blues (what the kids call bisexual lighting ). And the audience demographics were all over the place, an intergenerational mix that eluded easy categorization — i.
e., Bowie fans..
