November 28, 2003 :: 12:59 a.m.
concert + thanksgiving badness
Thanksgiving involves entirely too much food. This evening, I attended two thanksgiving celebrations and one birthday party in the span of 4.5 hours. I think I'm going on a temporary liquid diet because the thought of food makes me want to vomit up everything I have eaten in the last 20.375 years. It's very disturbing.
So, the last few days. School. Badness. Last night Adam and I went to see Something Corporate in Philly, which was just horrendous. We arrived two and a half hours early - we'd expected lots of traffic, given that it was the day before thanksgiving. Apparently everyone was leaving Philly, not going in... so we sat in the parking lot for a while, then went to stand in the humongous line of people waiting to get in. Which was stupid. We had tickets. The show was sold out. There should not have been a line. There wasn't a line when I saw Rufus at the same venue. Whatever, Electric Factory.
Once inside, it came to our attention that the entire place was filled with teenagers. Like 15 and 16 year old high schoolers. Which... no. Bad. For some reason it didn't occur to me that Something Corporate's audience is largely younger than myself, even though thinking about it now I suppose it really makes sense. So, massive crowd of teenager = unpleasant. We found a spot off to the side, away from the crush of people around the stage. It wasn't bad. But then the aforementioned crowd of teenagers began to pile up behind us, pushing and bumping and being more annoying than I ever would have imagined possible. I mean, okay. I know that you'll always get less personal space than you'd like while attending a concert, especially a general admission concert, but unless I know you very, very well, there is absolutely no reason WHATSOEVER for you to be so close that your physical body is touching my ass. Okay? Good.
Also, and this is really one of my biggest pet peeves about concerts, I did not come to hear you sing. You are not standing up on stage. Your name is not spelled out on the venue's marquee. So please, please, PLEASE for the love of all that is holy... shut the fuck up. Seriously. We all sing along a little, yeah. But when I can't hear a damn thing that's coming out of the actual singer who is actually standing on the actual stage, we have a problem.
There were three opening bands. This was also a problem. The show was to start at 8 p.m.; Something Corporate did not come on until almost 11 o' clock. We stood squashed against a metal fence by a crowd of obnoxious 15 year old for nearly three hours, listening to two sets of sub-par crap and one set of admittedly enjoyable music. Yes, one of them was good - Mae. But the other two (RX Bandits and Days Away, I believe) were just not things that I ever would have wanted to see. Or hear. So both at once was just an overwhelming onslaught of badness. By the time Something Corporate finally came on, all I really wanted to do was go home. I was actually bored by this concert. Adam felt rather the same way, I think. We're getting so old.
They weren't bad live, but they weren't anything special. I don't know. I think it was mostly that by the time they took the stage, I just didn't care anymore. I really wanted to go home. We didn't leave Philly until like quarter 'til 1, which was unpleasant. All of it was just very unpleasant. I won't see them again; at least not until I can get into the over-21 section up top. Those bastards got to SIT. Fuckers.
Anyway. I'm really tired... and sick-feeling... and out of things to say. Or out of the energy to say them, rather. I need to go email my Creative Writing professor a bunch of crappy poems before heading to bed. Ciao.
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