I remember at the Cambridge Folk Festival once, I was right at the front and the guy almost next to me had his back to the stage and talked (shouted) to his companion all the way through the band's set. At the end of each song he turned around and whistled and screamed his approval before turning back and continuing his conversation. Like he even heard. I'm not a violent man but I wanted to kill him.
Thanks for exploring the alternatives for why that woman was on her phone incessantly. You reminded me of a Rollins Band show at The Paradise, where I was able to survey the crowd from that low balcony. I saw women and men in suits and other formal attire who knew the lyrics to every song. It reminded me that we can wear our armor during the day and reveal our true selves at a live performance. Maybe that woman was being her true self (deep sigh) that night and was blissed out on her phone. Or maybe, the experience of being down front caused her to keep her armor on.
Becket's character Molloy, the homeless drunk, rotates the stones he finds among his four pockets and sucks on the next one in its turn.
'You don’t have to pay
To hear what I say
Put it away'!!!
I remember at the Cambridge Folk Festival once, I was right at the front and the guy almost next to me had his back to the stage and talked (shouted) to his companion all the way through the band's set. At the end of each song he turned around and whistled and screamed his approval before turning back and continuing his conversation. Like he even heard. I'm not a violent man but I wanted to kill him.
Thanks for exploring the alternatives for why that woman was on her phone incessantly. You reminded me of a Rollins Band show at The Paradise, where I was able to survey the crowd from that low balcony. I saw women and men in suits and other formal attire who knew the lyrics to every song. It reminded me that we can wear our armor during the day and reveal our true selves at a live performance. Maybe that woman was being her true self (deep sigh) that night and was blissed out on her phone. Or maybe, the experience of being down front caused her to keep her armor on.
What are some of the best/worst "green rooms"/artist backstage area that you've experienced? Any particularly funny ones?
That lady with her phone doesn’t know what she was missing— . For us watching JH3 and Soul Asylum live was like being on drugs. LMAO