Fun, And The Having Thereof
May. 20th, 2011 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteLadysprite's Rules For Concert Attendance:
1) If you cannot find the beat with a map, both hands, and a copy of Fodor's Guide to 4/4 Time, you are cordially disinvited to clap along with the band. (Corrolary for bands: If your audience is composed entirely of rhythm-deprived pasty geeks, just don't start the whole 'clap along' thing in the first place.)
2) Enjoying something is all well and good. Far be it from me to discourage anyone else from expressing their enjoyment enthusiastically, either. But when your ragged and nonsensical shouting, inarticulate noises, and rhythm-free rocking not only start to make me deeply uncomfortable but leave me semi-seriously wondering if you're masturbating in the middle of the show, dude, you've gone too far. (And no, I'm pretty sure he didn't have Tourette's syndrome or anything like that; he was perfectly fine between sets. I think he was just stoned.)
3) Heckling the band = Not Cool. It doesn't make you look clever or witty, it doesn't score you points, and it doesn't make them any more likely to play your request. It just annoys the rest of us, makes a lot of noise, and keeps them from playing.
4) This one is for the security staff: If the band invites people to get up in front and dance, and there's already a horde of people up in front dancing, and someone gets up from the middle of their (center middle) row to join the dancers, and you put up both hands and tell them they're not allowed to, and that only people with seats up there can get up, and that they have to go sit back down, you are officially the Killer of All Fun.
THAT SAID..... Blackmore's Night is awesome beyond belief; awesome enough that even in spite of all those colorful complications, their concert last night was an utter and total blast. The music was rocking, the band was clearly having at least as much fun as the audience, the jokes were entertaining, and watching them prank, one-up, and trick each other was worth the price of admission by itself. Also, any rock band whose stage performance includes shawms and a hurdy-gurdy automatically wins my vote for band of the year. I will sure as hell be seeing them again, and I owe a major debt of gratitude to the friends who taught me of their existence.
In other news, I have decided that Martha's Vineyard is, in fact, heaven. It is seemingly close by and yet very hard to actually get to, it smells beautiful and looks like the Platonic ideal of an Olde Newe Englande Village, everyone is nice there, turkeys grow on trees and cats escort you around fairy gardens, tiny shops sell exactly what you want for exactly what you can afford, and apparently I can control the weather there with my mind.
Thhe world is a pretty awesome place.
1) If you cannot find the beat with a map, both hands, and a copy of Fodor's Guide to 4/4 Time, you are cordially disinvited to clap along with the band. (Corrolary for bands: If your audience is composed entirely of rhythm-deprived pasty geeks, just don't start the whole 'clap along' thing in the first place.)
2) Enjoying something is all well and good. Far be it from me to discourage anyone else from expressing their enjoyment enthusiastically, either. But when your ragged and nonsensical shouting, inarticulate noises, and rhythm-free rocking not only start to make me deeply uncomfortable but leave me semi-seriously wondering if you're masturbating in the middle of the show, dude, you've gone too far. (And no, I'm pretty sure he didn't have Tourette's syndrome or anything like that; he was perfectly fine between sets. I think he was just stoned.)
3) Heckling the band = Not Cool. It doesn't make you look clever or witty, it doesn't score you points, and it doesn't make them any more likely to play your request. It just annoys the rest of us, makes a lot of noise, and keeps them from playing.
4) This one is for the security staff: If the band invites people to get up in front and dance, and there's already a horde of people up in front dancing, and someone gets up from the middle of their (center middle) row to join the dancers, and you put up both hands and tell them they're not allowed to, and that only people with seats up there can get up, and that they have to go sit back down, you are officially the Killer of All Fun.
THAT SAID..... Blackmore's Night is awesome beyond belief; awesome enough that even in spite of all those colorful complications, their concert last night was an utter and total blast. The music was rocking, the band was clearly having at least as much fun as the audience, the jokes were entertaining, and watching them prank, one-up, and trick each other was worth the price of admission by itself. Also, any rock band whose stage performance includes shawms and a hurdy-gurdy automatically wins my vote for band of the year. I will sure as hell be seeing them again, and I owe a major debt of gratitude to the friends who taught me of their existence.
In other news, I have decided that Martha's Vineyard is, in fact, heaven. It is seemingly close by and yet very hard to actually get to, it smells beautiful and looks like the Platonic ideal of an Olde Newe Englande Village, everyone is nice there, turkeys grow on trees and cats escort you around fairy gardens, tiny shops sell exactly what you want for exactly what you can afford, and apparently I can control the weather there with my mind.
Thhe world is a pretty awesome place.
