One day last March as the pandemic was ravaging the world and nightlife was shutting down, Howard Mordoh, 70, looked at his empty calendar and started freaking out.
Known to countless Southern California concertgoers as “Front Row” Mordoh, That Silver-Haired Dancing Man, or some variation thereof, Mordoh has attended many thousands of gigs since the early 1970s and has very prominently grooved during most of them. That fateful day, the self-described “attention whore” was facing an abyss.
“I was shocked. It was like I was going through withdrawal,” Mordoh said last week from his Woodland Hills home a few hours after he’d nearly lost out on My Morning Jacket tickets when he made an error while trying to game the system with a pair of computers.
