Crankypants

August 6th, 2004

There is something wrong with me. Whenever I go to a show I somehow attract loud obnoxious guy(s) to stand beside me. Why? WHY? I’m easily irritated as it is so maybe this is some sort of punishment for being a crankypants.

Last week we went to see The Bronx (now that was some rock) and this really annoying tall LOUD guy kept yelling. He clearly wasn’t at the show to see The Bronx (he kept saying, “Who are these guys?”) and acted like a complete idiot the whole time I was there. He couldn’t stand still, moved around me a dozen times, leaned over me a bunch so he could hit his friend in the head (?) and called out “Yeaaaaaah! Canaaaadaaaa!” over and over. I like Canada too but you need to shut up.

Last night we went to see The Walkmen. Same story. Loud obnoxious guys beelined their way to my side and proceeded to yell, “Hamilllllllllllton!” for pretty much the whole show.

The night before that was Modest Mouse. You guessed it, same sh*t, different show. Note to the yell-ies, the band can’t hear you. But I can and I hate you.

I do have something positive to note about that crowd, though. I have never seen so many boys dancing. Freaking out, in fact. While their moves were…um…not necessarily rhythmic, I thought it was great to watch all these music nerds shake their stuff. Rock your bodies, indie rockers!

You might be thinking why doesn’t she move? Duh, I’ve tried that. They find me wherever I go. And don’t even get me started about the Richard Ashcroft show a couple years ago. “Atta-boy, Rich! Attaboy!” Are you f****** kidding me? Not to mention the last Cat Power show I was at, “Chan we love you.” Dude, I’m pretty sure she’s not reciprocating the love as you can’t even pronounce her name properly! And for the love of god, NO ONE thinks it’s funny when you call out for Freebird. NO ONE.

Sigh…I beg you loud yellers, please just leave me be at Interpol on Monday. PLEASE.

On a happier tip, sandwiched in between The Bronx and Modest Mouse shows, was my trip to NYC. I ate, drank, walked and shopped like you wouldn’t believe. I can’t remember the last vacation I actually took, but I think I made it all up in my five days in NY. And apparently scowling and jaywalking must make you look like you know where you’re going because “tourists” kept asking me for directions. Ha! Funnier was that I knew where to direct them.

Have I mentioned that Justin S. makes me laugh so hard I have to pee? He’s giving Fetus a run for his funny and I think Jason is jealous. Oooohhh, blog wars.

Posted on Friday, August 6th, 2004 at 1:08 pm by Sophia and is filed under Blog.