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August 02, 2008

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Nancy

Thanks for this post ... and I thought my 'tude at concerts like this was more so my age, but it's really about manners.

Fate

Gotta agree about the crowd surfers, found them annoying. I had more than a few people come by and ask me to pick them up - something I did not want to do.

Still, was glad to have some good company at the show.

Keith

Although compared to me you're just a slip of a gal, we must acknowledge our age in activities like this. We aren't 16 any more... The DVD telly option sounds favourable.

Sugar

Every time I want to go to a show, memories of undeserved bruises and ringing ears make me reach for a hammer to stub my toe and make me stay home. If I get past that pain, I just make myself remember the parking lot log jam. At that point, if I still want to go, I buy the ticket. I used to be such a die hard concert goer. My old self would be ashamed to call me "Me"

Rick Calvert

If all you got from a Judas Priest concert was a broken pair of sunglasses and a soft kick in the head you came out ok 8).

Such are the hazards of floor seats.

Rick Calvert

If all you got from a Judas Priest concert was a broken pair of sunglasses and a soft kick in the head you came out ok 8).

Such are the hazards of floor seats.

mojavi at Simple Things

yeah.. unfortuanlately I gave up concerts a couple years ago when I realized I was hot, annoyed, and couldn't even see the freaking band, and I was HOT!!!

Then I went to Ozzfest and it RAINED ALL DAY! no seriously the WHOLE FREAKING DAY!

Small shows are ok... but no more concerts

Zen Zone Chick

For real! For the price of that $%*# ticket I could buy the band's entire music collection on CD with nary a bruise OR whiff of pot smoke! I know, tough call.

Ellen

Two years ago, at a Gogol Bordello show, someone asked me if I was the mom of someone in the band. (I was 46 at the time.) That wasn't the last straw but it was close. These days, the decision to attend a concert entails calculating myriad indignities: Do we like this band enough to stand ass-to-armpit with a thousand strangers for several hours? To wait 20 minutes for a stinky restroom or, worse, a porta-potty? To stay up past one on a school night because main acts at First Avenue don't set foot on stage until 11? To breathe car exhaust for half an hour as we all inch our way out the parking ramp? More and more, the answer is no--at least until it's been so long since we've seen a live show, we need to reassure ourselves that no, we're not fogies. Yet.

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