And then Felix stood at the edge of the stage in front of us, like he wanted to show us his Pokemans
The Cat Empire - $10 at a nearby venue? I'm all for it. This time at the Belly Up, it was a sold out show, as opposed to the last time at Cane's when fabulous_papaya practically had to beg me to go with her just because she heard they were really good live, and there was enough room on the floor for the audience to dance. This time around we were right in front of the stage... in front of the cowbells, in fact.
Now if only they'd release a live CD, which may be better for their style. I would post more about the concert itself, but Natnat could do a better job, what with her having grabbed the setlist off the stage after the show and all, mwahaha.
During the concert, some jackasses behind us engaged in noisy jackassery by loudly yelling "WHO FARTED?", "WHAT IS THAT SMELL?", "WHO BROUGHT THE CAT LITTER IN?" etc. When I can hear you through my earplugs and the live band who happens to be right in front of me since we are in the first few rows, perhaps you should... shut the fuck up or leave if the smell bugs you THAT much? (Note: I've smelled (and felt) worse at concerts.)
This ranting is from tonight's show at the Belly Up, which is pretty niiice place to have a gig. They have waiters for food (includes "Mexican" food) and drink orders, the floor is not too sticky (at least not at the beginning of the night), and there is more than one bathroom stall in the clean bathrooms (better bathrooms than the local House of Blues). The crowd is decently dressed and all look like they have showered recently. They have a coat check service. They even put out cups of cold water for people after the show.
If you're going to be in a concert where everyone's standing together and packed in front of the stage, expect to smell funny things, jackass. Or at least stop YELLING SO LOUD THAT IT DISTRACTS ME FROM THE DOUBLE-COWBELL SOLO. Argh. If I could just throw you into the middle of a mosh pit at the Gilman populated by sweaty, moshing kids, I would. (Not that the Gilman is bad, not at all. That place is intense and builds concertgoing moral fibre that the jackasses sorely needed.)
And to the Limp Fishcuit girl who was next to me in the second row, standing as stiff as a lamppost and just clutching her leather jacket: Why the hell did you bother getting this spot? You should have stayed at the tables in the back. I neither saw you clap nor even do the slightest head-bob. The combination of your sweat plus your leather jacket's dead cow smell was probably the stinker, btw. Who the HELL wears a leather jacket to a concert anyway? The concert's indoors and the low temperatures tonight were pretty good in the high 40s.
Now if only they'd release a live CD, which may be better for their style. I would post more about the concert itself, but Natnat could do a better job, what with her having grabbed the setlist off the stage after the show and all, mwahaha.
During the concert, some jackasses behind us engaged in noisy jackassery by loudly yelling "WHO FARTED?", "WHAT IS THAT SMELL?", "WHO BROUGHT THE CAT LITTER IN?" etc. When I can hear you through my earplugs and the live band who happens to be right in front of me since we are in the first few rows, perhaps you should... shut the fuck up or leave if the smell bugs you THAT much? (Note: I've smelled (and felt) worse at concerts.)
This ranting is from tonight's show at the Belly Up, which is pretty niiice place to have a gig. They have waiters for food (includes "Mexican" food) and drink orders, the floor is not too sticky (at least not at the beginning of the night), and there is more than one bathroom stall in the clean bathrooms (better bathrooms than the local House of Blues). The crowd is decently dressed and all look like they have showered recently. They have a coat check service. They even put out cups of cold water for people after the show.
If you're going to be in a concert where everyone's standing together and packed in front of the stage, expect to smell funny things, jackass. Or at least stop YELLING SO LOUD THAT IT DISTRACTS ME FROM THE DOUBLE-COWBELL SOLO. Argh. If I could just throw you into the middle of a mosh pit at the Gilman populated by sweaty, moshing kids, I would. (Not that the Gilman is bad, not at all. That place is intense and builds concertgoing moral fibre that the jackasses sorely needed.)
And to the Limp Fishcuit girl who was next to me in the second row, standing as stiff as a lamppost and just clutching her leather jacket: Why the hell did you bother getting this spot? You should have stayed at the tables in the back. I neither saw you clap nor even do the slightest head-bob. The combination of your sweat plus your leather jacket's dead cow smell was probably the stinker, btw. Who the HELL wears a leather jacket to a concert anyway? The concert's indoors and the low temperatures tonight were pretty good in the high 40s.