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Goddammit, I hate those selfish twats! I go to a lot (I mean, a LOT) of concerts, and this seems to be happening more and more. Perhaps it’s just because I’m getting a little older, — Hey, you kids, get offa my lawn! — but it seems like those same self-involved douchebags are at many of the shows I go to now. And, what’s worse, if you ask them to quiet down and be a little conscious of those around them, they act like YOU’RE the asshole. Bastards!
Um, not that I feel strongly about this, or anything.
Hahaha! You totally hit the nail on the head! I absolutely hate going to concerts and have “poseur” fans yell shit out, talk incessantly, or just act like they personal invited the band to play just for them.
P.S. I burn in jealousy that you even got to see Radiohead live.
you didnt happen to catch My Bloody Valentine live?
This is oh-so-reminiscent of an experience I had recently: http://missionmission.wordpress.com/2008/04/07/light-on-the-douchebag-please/
Did they play You Do It To Yourself? That’s brilliant that one!
I don’t know about you but I went on the Wednesday and what I found weird was people applauding false endings in some songs as if they’ve finished. Have these people ever actually listened to the records?
Antipholus Papps, you are clearly Just an other douchebag!
I must say I have never got My Bloody Valentine, It just sounds like a racket to me. yeah I was there on wednesday - it seemed like 70% of the crowd just heard up to OK computer, and another 10% only heard some singles off The Bends. I actually heard people shout for Creep!
I have to admit I’m not Radiohead geek by any means - but when i have paid £50 for a ticket and I know everyone else has I know its time to shut the fuck up.
So true.
You’ll be glad to know however, that I have virtually no memory of the 90s.
Your website doesn’t load for me anymore, well at-least not with safari, I just gave firefox a go, and that worked fine. So anyway, because it hasn’t been loading, I haven’t been reading it. But now that I’m using firefox I got to read this one about radiohead. So here’s the thing, do you know that song by Breaks called “hi how are you?” I think it probably sums up your radiohead experience.