We pay to go to a live show. The crowd is excited to see the artist. You can feel it in the air. They appear on stage, plug in, start with a quiet but heartfelt acoustic number.
And 600 people keep their conversations going.
What. The. Hell. People?
Between songs, the artist makes polite but vague statements about how even with the PA, he can’t compete with all that noise.
They keep talking.
Grrrrrrr…
And assholes who think you go to a show to hear them sing along.
I still say it should be legal to carry a bottle of lemon juice, and a tiny squirt gun. They start singing, with their mouth wide open, singing horribly, that when you squirt them. Right in the eyes.
I’m the guy who goes to some low budget film to see the movie. Everyone around me was on a date.
Yes! I’m the main character vibes. :(