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There was a freak show at Roseland Ballroom tonight. It was a happening scene and it freaked me out big time. I hadn't seen a show since Ween at the same venue. Maybe I had, but not as memorable. Fucking awesome show except for: the idiocy of moshing and crowd surfing; disrespect for a perfectly respectable opening act.
Moshing is on par with line-dancing; all you need is a bunch of idiots. If it's a show that allows for no other form of body movement than pushing and shoving, then go for it. But when there's a band on stage that's not lyrically promoting anger, then there's no reason to be obtrusive and project your anger on to people who'd like to get in the one-on-one zone with the performers. Whatever, I guess I'm just too old and don't have enough testosterone to understand. All I know is that I don't think it's fun to be pushed into people who don't want to be pushed into other people or have some moron land on my back expecting me to aid in their transportation toward retardation.
Another thing. I've only had contempt for one opening band in my concert-going: when Common Rotation opened for They Might Be Giants at the Vanderbilt and COVERED ONE A TMBG SONG amidst an hour's worth of their own bullshit. I felt that was a horrible waste of my time. But when you have a fairly interesting opening act like an Asian girl who plays the ukelele, accordion, and sitar, you don't yell shit at her, especially when she's awesome and I love her. I think she said her name was Gabby Ya Ya. She's easily the love of my life. When you yell aimlessly about Osama when someone's playing a sitar on stage, I'm sorry, but you're truly a worthless person. You're a person who has to do things like that in order to feel important. Christ.
Yeah, that girl is fucking awesome, I don't care what anyone says about her. It's hard to believe that people can't put a finger on solid tongue-in-cheek humor. She knew her act was odd enough to have a laugh over, but it was awesome enough to admire, and was definitely not deserving of heckling.
It's safe to say that the crowd at the show really bugged me out. Crowds usually do that to me, but fuck it because fucking Buckethead, Skerik, Bernie Worrell, Brain, and Claypool are freaks with an agenda. Crazy men.
I like people who can prioritize conversations, as far as organizing those that happen on cell phones and those with people you randomly run into, having not seen them in years. It's nice to know that there's always someone somewhere else with whom a person in my company would rather be talking than with me, and that, thanks to cell phones, it is entirely possible for this person to do so, regardless of the time that's passed since we last met and the slim chance that we'll ever meet again. And I fully understand how hard it is to call a person back in favor of having a non-digital conversation. Yes, it's all very clear.
Indeed, hell is other people. And a majority of these people are women.
Moshing is on par with line-dancing; all you need is a bunch of idiots. If it's a show that allows for no other form of body movement than pushing and shoving, then go for it. But when there's a band on stage that's not lyrically promoting anger, then there's no reason to be obtrusive and project your anger on to people who'd like to get in the one-on-one zone with the performers. Whatever, I guess I'm just too old and don't have enough testosterone to understand. All I know is that I don't think it's fun to be pushed into people who don't want to be pushed into other people or have some moron land on my back expecting me to aid in their transportation toward retardation.
Another thing. I've only had contempt for one opening band in my concert-going: when Common Rotation opened for They Might Be Giants at the Vanderbilt and COVERED ONE A TMBG SONG amidst an hour's worth of their own bullshit. I felt that was a horrible waste of my time. But when you have a fairly interesting opening act like an Asian girl who plays the ukelele, accordion, and sitar, you don't yell shit at her, especially when she's awesome and I love her. I think she said her name was Gabby Ya Ya. She's easily the love of my life. When you yell aimlessly about Osama when someone's playing a sitar on stage, I'm sorry, but you're truly a worthless person. You're a person who has to do things like that in order to feel important. Christ.
Yeah, that girl is fucking awesome, I don't care what anyone says about her. It's hard to believe that people can't put a finger on solid tongue-in-cheek humor. She knew her act was odd enough to have a laugh over, but it was awesome enough to admire, and was definitely not deserving of heckling.
It's safe to say that the crowd at the show really bugged me out. Crowds usually do that to me, but fuck it because fucking Buckethead, Skerik, Bernie Worrell, Brain, and Claypool are freaks with an agenda. Crazy men.
I like people who can prioritize conversations, as far as organizing those that happen on cell phones and those with people you randomly run into, having not seen them in years. It's nice to know that there's always someone somewhere else with whom a person in my company would rather be talking than with me, and that, thanks to cell phones, it is entirely possible for this person to do so, regardless of the time that's passed since we last met and the slim chance that we'll ever meet again. And I fully understand how hard it is to call a person back in favor of having a non-digital conversation. Yes, it's all very clear.
Indeed, hell is other people. And a majority of these people are women.
