From here. Oh, and I'm #16.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Crowd at a Rock Show
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:18 AM
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I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
From here. Oh, and I'm #16.
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:18 AM
Labels: music, the internets
20 comments:
What number is the dude who went to shows when he was young, hasn't been to a show in ages and thinks everyone else there is a poseur because they weren't doing this 20 years ago? They forgot him...
Chef C, I think that's number 16.
Very funny. I would have to include the 40/50 something guys who, before the show, make a big deal out of telling the 40-something gals sitting in front of them that THEY (the guys, unclear antecedent, I know) have a band THEMSELVES.
This actually happened to my sis and me at the Ray Davies show last year. We thought we would die laughing.
chef, oh, the "I was rocking when you were just a punk kid" guy?
übermilf, no comments from the Kenny G gallery.
betty, "Ray Davies? Well, I have a band, too."
You're right, not a viable pickup line.
It also turns out that they had never seen Ray or the Kinks, which I guess I can forgive. But then once the show started, they told sis and me to SIT DOWN so they could SEE!
2 things that are also missing.
The really drunk guy.
The couple where the guy is totally into it and the girl looks like she wants to go home.
I'm torn between 12 or 16. Depends on who the band is :)
Ha! I'm the Portland rep of the National Association of Loutish Bores.
I think I will chose to label myself as the "woo-hoo" gal even though I can rarely muster than kind of enthusiasm.
Congratulations for FINALLy discovering Winston Rowntree.
Oh yes, I'm number 17.
I've never been to a rock show!
*ba-dump tsssscchhh!*
Ah crap, I'm number 2. Hell, it even looks like me.
I think the scalpers had run out of tickets when we decided to see this show.
A what?
Oh - where's the mom waiting outside in the car? That's me.
#17 isn't there. The opening act was so good, he left early because the headlining act would've just been a letdown.
I'm standing outside in the rain trying to keep both a doobie and a cigarette lit and smoking.
Randal, please indulge a bit of off-topicness so I can point you to this. I'm sure you'll find a good use for it. ;)
How accurate was that cartoon?
I had to give up large concerts ages ago.
I'd be the one looking at my watch and thinking about what I'm missing on TV.
I'm the dude running out mid way through the first encore, panicking at the prospect of having to pay the babysitter double time.
if jerry garcia isnt there, it is not worth the price of admission
I'm number 7. (Well, at least the leering part.)
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