Good music, lousy knowledge timing
Wherein I tell a tale of yesterday's concert experience, via some really awful blank verse.
A startling discovery was made
Whilst sitting upon my butt
Surrounded by shrieking groupies
Of an 80s music icon.
Martin Frye, of ABC,
Provided quite the show,
Of long-forgotten melodies
Backed up by strings and brass.
Over the last few years,
Due to my erratic life,
Live concerts were preceded
Mostly by good naps.
Before this show, there was no nap.
The schedule did not allow it.
Next time, no crappy Chinese food
We'll gather at the venue.
It is common form at shows like this
To show appreciation between each piece
(whether for happening or ending, it really matters not).
Applause was rampant - the show was good.
I admit, I applauded, too.
Oops.
As I started to clap for song number three,
My right hand went numb and cold.
"Fucking hell!!" I thought to myself
Damn carpal tunnel syndrome.
The rest of the evening,
I practiced a new technique -
Clapping whilst keeping wrists straight.
It works, but it kinda sucks.
It's just not *natural* to me.
And I won't let it be so, either.
I learned my lesson well.
No gigs without naps.
No exceptions.
Now I realize
just how big an effect
this Carpal shit is having on me
I hate having it, letting it control me:
The frustration is roiling within me.
My wrists will not listen to reason.
They won't accept bribes.
They have no mercy. No empathy. No sense of proportion.
They do, however, take prisoners.
A startling discovery was made
Whilst sitting upon my butt
Surrounded by shrieking groupies
Of an 80s music icon.
Martin Frye, of ABC,
Provided quite the show,
Of long-forgotten melodies
Backed up by strings and brass.
Over the last few years,
Due to my erratic life,
Live concerts were preceded
Mostly by good naps.
Before this show, there was no nap.
The schedule did not allow it.
Next time, no crappy Chinese food
We'll gather at the venue.
It is common form at shows like this
To show appreciation between each piece
(whether for happening or ending, it really matters not).
Applause was rampant - the show was good.
I admit, I applauded, too.
Oops.
As I started to clap for song number three,
My right hand went numb and cold.
"Fucking hell!!" I thought to myself
Damn carpal tunnel syndrome.
The rest of the evening,
I practiced a new technique -
Clapping whilst keeping wrists straight.
It works, but it kinda sucks.
It's just not *natural* to me.
And I won't let it be so, either.
I learned my lesson well.
No gigs without naps.
No exceptions.
Now I realize
just how big an effect
this Carpal shit is having on me
I hate having it, letting it control me:
The frustration is roiling within me.
My wrists will not listen to reason.
They won't accept bribes.
They have no mercy. No empathy. No sense of proportion.
They do, however, take prisoners.