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If Music Be The Food Of Love...

Friday, 25 August 2017

Gigs! Music gigs. Comedy gigs. Going to see a stage show.

Most people enjoy going to them and having a good time, me included.

I went to my first music gig when I was 16/17 and even after getting married and having kids I still enjoy the odd trip up to London...I know, how dare I still have a life at 30.

The only problem I have is that some people just don't know about the social etiquette that comes with being in a large group of people. Last night I went to see a band in London with my husband and a friend, and yes I did have a great time, but there were a couple of things that did tick me off.

First of all, who is the dickhead that has their phone above their head for 90% of the time? I don't mind people wanting to take pictures. Occasionally, you'll look back at those photos and they'll flood with warmth of how much fun you had. Those people are fine. No, I'm talking about the plebs who record their 'favourite' songs. You have the CD, or it's on some playlist on your phone so why on Earth would you need a grainy, jerking video with terrible sound quality including people screaming, and the odd hand flying in front of the view? When exactly are you going to watch that? One girl I saw at a gig a couple of weeks ago was actually bloody skyping her friend the entire time! Also, I did not pay a lot of money to watch the live band through your sodding phone.

Secondly, you have the people who just want to get drunk. I've got nothing against people who drink at gigs but if you know you're a pretty bad drunk then why take that risk? You've paid money to see a band that you must like, why then spend it arguing with someone when you've spilt your drink on them or with your head down the loo? Whilst watching the band last night I witnessed one guy who was so drunk that he didn't seem to realise we were standing against a metal fence on a slightly raised level so when he tried to flip, yes flip, over it he kicked several people in the head and landed on his head. Another woman was so drunk that she was practically grinding against my body moving OUT of time to the music.

Another group of people who really wind me up are the ones who know they're tall but still stand in front of the shortest person they can find. I know people can't help how tall they are, exactly the same as I can't help how bloody short I am. When I walk into a venue I assess where I can stand that will give me the best possible view. Then someone who's 6ft plus pushes past and stands right in the sodding way. I then spend the rest of the gig bouncing around on my tiptoes trying to see through heads and shoulders because I have been cursed with being 5ft 3.

I still managed to have a fantastic time though, and I won't stop going to see my favourite bands because of these people. It would be just be nice if they thought about others whilst at a gig...



 
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