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You always end up next to the arsehole at a gig

Yesterday seen some much needed mother-son time at a venue to see the band Daughter. My mum has been wanting to see them for months and I managed to get a couple of last minute tickets for free through work. We had to pay £5 each to go to a charity on arrival but I was never going to argue with that. She more than well deserved to get out after what’s been a difficult few years including some very close losses.

I usually attend rock gigs. I grew up a fan and my dad always told me that the first artist I showed interest to as a toddler was Hendrix. I still thank him for my musical taste. This concert was much more mellow but despite this, still very enjoyable. The one thing I noticed compared to past gig experiences was how much I could hear people chatting throughout the set. I’ll give you a couple of examples.

  
One girl was talking about her plans to go vegetarian. Acceptable topic of conversation, in a kitchen. I overheard another group chatting about their plans for the rest of the evening. Then, the most stupid thing you could say at a gig was said right there, a few fans away.

No word of a lie, one drunken student yelled ‘I hope there’s a terrorist attack!’. What the fuck? If he wasn’t an idiotic and highly intoxicated white student, more people would have probably picked up on it. 

Are there always this many people using live music as a place to start conversations? I looked around to see how many people were paying attention. Thankfully most. This was evident at the loud cheers when the first notes of the better known songs were played. I’m assuming this is the case at most gigs and due to our location (right in the corner fairly close to the bar, although the venue isn’t large so this is still only about 10 rows from the front) we were next to those that wanted drinks more than memories.

Some had their backs to the gig, turning around to take the occasional photo of which will no doubt end up on Facebook. Proof of their ‘amazing night and best. Gig. Everrrrrr.’.

Don’t get me wrong I’ve been that drunken fan. Annoying the fans around me with out of sync clapping and out of tune singing. But at least this was in reaction to the music. Not a conversation that would be much easier in 90 minutes time on the way home.

They have installed smoking shelters outside venues, how about incorporating a conversation area to help those with a talking addiction get it out of their system? I’m all for rowdiness at gigs and for people to lose themselves, as long as it’s in the music and not conversation.

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