That's the exact discussion we had on the way home after we left it early. And we were up front with all the groupies that didn't seem to know that they used to be a southern rock band.
Focus the camera on the black saxophone player, and put up a black lives matter sign up on the end of the keyboard facing a 99.9% white crowd, and you'll learn that the real racists are the ones on stage.
I felt like the punchline of a bad joke that night. Because we were.