Purple, red, blue and green spotlights shine on the stage, giving each member of the Kissers a different tint. Cloaked in red light, Kari Bethke, violinist and vocalist for the Kissers, holds her instrument vertically, its neck beckoning to the ceiling. As she dances across the stage, vocalists and guitarists Waylan Nate Palan and Ken Fitzsimmons scream into their microphones, nearly shaking the tables with their massive voices.
The fans' screams drown out the music at times. Thirty minutes into the show, bar stools sit neglected in favor of the packed dance floor. Fans recognize each song, chanting and echoing the band.
Sadly, shows like this from Madison-based bands are getting progressively harder to find.
I joined the Kissers ... in 2001
