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Gig-Goer of the Week, Part 4

So, tonight we’ve been to see The Boy Least Likely To at the Academy 3. Per usual, the proper review is forthcoming, this really needs saying instead.

Now, I’ve said it a few times, but I’m tiny. At gigs I have a hard time finding a place to see. Tonight was a bumper night because I found a spot near the front but not right at the front (which is always better) behind and to the left of a group of 3 teenage girls, 2 of whom were almost as small as me. They were stood where they were because there were small females in their line of vision to the stage as well. On the other side of them were two women, also quite small in stature. For me this is the greatest thing that can happen at a gig – finding myself in a clump of friendly, small females who understand my predicament and who are going to be friendly and polite and will enjoy themselves and not talk through the whole performance. Yay.

So, about 2 minutes before the band come on this woman elbows up beside me, trying to get in the small gap between me and the young girls. So, I moved half an inch, just in an attempt to assert where I’m standing. So she takes this as a cue to elbow me a few times. I love it, really, people who rock up just as the band come on, push their way to the front and cause everyone to be uncomfortable and lose their view. When this woman realised I was not moving for her she stepped back a bit. I thought I was safe. Ha.

About a song and a half into the set this woman and her boyfriend decided to move, so they shoved past me quite roughly, past the girls in front of me and down into the front/middle of the crowd. They were promptly ejected as they’d pushed in where there was no space. So they thought it would be okay to move to in front of the girls in front of me and they got shouted at by the crowd around them more. Then they tried to stop in front of me, and got shoved again, shouted at by me and the girls. So they ended up between me and The Ledge, who’d been stood behind me. I got a few more elbows before the woman realised I really was not moving for her and she shifted to be behind the two women on the other side of the girls. Then the boyfriend tapped me on the shoulder and said “I’m sorry.” I gave him a look which I think expressed exactly what I was thinking about his apology – he should not have done anything to warrant having to make it. He then leaned in to The Ledge and tried to justify his behavior only to be told that The Ledge was on my side and that I had a good reason for being annoyed as this sort of thing happens all too often to me. This is the point at which one of the women they were stood behind left for a couple of minutes to go to the bar.

Now, correct me if I’m wrong, somebody, but if someone leaves their spot at a not full show (any show really, but there was space here) and their friend stays, it’s polite to assume they’re coming back and will want to come back to where they were. I mean, why would you not let them do that?

Apparently when you think you are the most important people in the gig and everyone should move for you is when.

Oh yes, first they tried to not let this girl back in where she had been stood. Then they decided to start screaming at her. All I could hear was “Move out of my way” and a few expletives. And the sound of shouting. And these two nice women trying to say that this couple needed to shut up and let them watch the gig, they weren’t moving cause they’d been there first. Which seemed fair to me. But this couple disagreed and spent a few minutes shouting at them about it, thereby nearly causing a fight and disrupting the gig for everyone in the vicinity. And it meant we missed the throwing of cake.

So here’s this week’s gig etiquette lesson:
You do not have a right to stand anywhere in particular. If someone is there before you, they do not have to move and you should not try to make them move just so you can see. If you want to be at the front arrive early. If you want to stand in front of someone smaller than you, be polite and ask them if it’s a problem. Don’t just barge in. And never assume that just because someone’s walked off and left their friends that they are not coming back.

Posted by JustHipper on 30th April 2006 at 11:05 pm | comments (2)
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Gig-Goer of the Week, Part 3

Ahh Morrissey. The lovely lovely Morrissey. We saw him last night on the opening night of the tour at the Lowry in Salford. More on that later as it will be easier to review it in tandem with the Leeds gig tomorrow night. This space is all about the Morrissey fans.

Now, I have no beef with Morrissey fans. In fact, I rather love being around other Morrissey fans. Mainly because people who aren’t Morrissey fans really don’t get it. They don’t get it so much that they think Morrissey lyrics are depressing. They are tasteless fools, the lot of them. Morrissey fans, however, on the whole are a clever lot. And every single one feels a very strong personal connection to just about every song that ever came from his pen. Last night, although I didn’t attempt to test my theory, I am fairly certain that everybody in the room pretty much knew every song he played or might have played.

So, why is there always one fucktard (or two) who thinks they are a bigger fan than everyone else in the room, that getting to see him is more important to them than anyone else in the room, and wants everyone in the room, including good old Moz himself, to know it. Why as well does this person, or in this case people, always seem to think that despite being, quite literally, one row of seats from the top of a very large, very tall theatre, despite it being dark, Morrissey having a giant spotlight in his face and there being, oh, a couple thousand other places to look, that if they waved frantically for 80 minutes he might actually see them, point them out and wave back?

Now it might seem that I was fixated on this couple when I should have been watching the Mozfather, but that’s not actually the case. They were, in fact, completely and wholly blocking my view when the gig started. Luckily there were no seats directly behind me so I moved up a row and stood behind my chair, and they were still obscuring my view. Mainly because they had big heads which they had pressed together, but also because of the manic arm-waving. And the fact they kept trying to tango. And they were banging into the people on either side of them. I was waiting for a fight to break out, they were that exuberant in their dancing. They were not in exactly the best location for a maniacal crazy-person dance. And they were probably 25-30 years too old to avoid looking like total fools.

So yeah, middle-aged couple, trying to wave to Morrissey from the top row of the Lowry, dancing and banging into people in a seated venue. Yes yes, we all got it, they were fans. But if they weren’t fans, why would they have been there? So what exactly did they think they were proving to the world?

So kids, this week’s gig etiquette tip:
If you’re at a gig, people assume you’re a fan of the band or artist. You don’t need to prove how much you like them, especially if it nearly starts a fight.

Posted by JustHipper on 19th April 2006 at 8:50 pm | comments (0)
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Gig-Goer of the Week, part 2

Yes Ledge, I do have something to say about the guy sat behind us at the Eels gig. Now, as Ledge pointed out, Eels gigs are a very special thing. They happen only rarely and usually Ledge manages to do something stupid which keeps us from getting tickets (“It won’t sell out, we’ll get tickets when we get back from our honeymoon dear….”) which means they are even rarer if for us than most people.

My guess is they’ve been playing SEATED gigs for a reason – they’re doing the songs acoustically, they want people to pay close attention to the instrumentation and the audience, for the most part, appreciated that and was sat in SILENT reverence. Except one guy. He was sat behind us, naturally. He was singing LOUDLY, not only all the words, but the instrumental bits as well. Yes, this jackass was singing along with the guitar parts. How big a dickhead does that make him? Plus, as he recognized each song at the start he kept screaming “Yeah! Alright!” and clapping really loudly and woo-woo-ing. Like, is EVERY Eels song his favourite?

Thing is, anyone who’s as into a band as this guy clearly wanted the entire audience to understand he was, would probably know that the band in question, for about three years, has tended to do a final encore AFTER the lights have gone up and half the audience has left. This fucktard bolted for the door the moment the lights came up. Idiot.

Now, it may be just me, but it would seem that if you’re the only person in an entire audience behaving like you’re behaving – be it moshing, singing loudly, whatever, you should perhaps take the time to consider whether, perhaps, your behavior is going to annoy, injure, or generally piss off those around you.

So another rule of the gig:

If nobody else is doing it, and if it will affect those around you – DON’T.

Posted by JustHipper on 15th October 2005 at 4:28 pm | comments (11)
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Gig-goer of the Week

Ledge and I went to see Interpol on Friday night (his review will follow shortly) and yet again I walked out of the show shaking my head and muttering “There’s always one idiot….” This is my first post in honour of those individuals who in their quest for a good night out somehow manage to spoil it for everyone around them….

Now, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m 4’10”. With my big boots on I can just about boost myself up to 5’0″. I’m fairly certain that never in my life have I ever managed to block anybody’s view anywhere. If I don’t go right up to the barrier at sold out gigs, chances are I’m not going to be able to see much of the stage. So, even though I’d really prefer not to be right against the iron bars, for bands I really love, I do tend to take myself down there.

On Friday night I had a reasonable spot to the right of the stage where I could see the whole band except the drummer and keyboard player (and let’s face it, drummers and keyboard players are rarely THAT interesting anyway). Considering my general viewing difficulties, I was more than willing to cope with the photographers in the pit blocking my view of Carlos D for 3 songs, because I knew they were eventually going to go away and I’d have a nice clear line of sight to gaze at his oh-so-debonair shoulder holster (why, Carlos, why?).

Shortly after the photographers departed, however, as I was really starting to enjoy myself, I heard a voice near my ear say “You need to let me in front of you. I’m a photographer and I need to get some photos.” I turned around and one of the photographers who had been in the pit 5-10 minutes earlier had pushed her way between the small girl to my right and myself. She then proceeded to pull out the massive camera she obviously didn’t know how to use (or why would she need MORE photos, there’s only so many unique shots you’re ever going to get from the same angle and shooting from where we were stood was never going to lend itself to photos as good as the one’s she’d taken from inside the barrier). Leaning up so she was practically humping me with her 50lb handbag, she started taking photographs over my head, with the lens cap alternately hitting me in the head and in the face.

So, I shuffled around a bit, hoping she’d realise she was bruising me with her ridiculous bag (why do people bring giant bags to gigs, stand in a closely-packed crowd and jump?), and back off a bit. After all, how many more photos could she possibly want? This is the point at which she started singing…. Now I’m all for the crowd singing and dancing at gigs. It’s great for atmosphere and genuinely entertaining. Except when the person singing is the only person singing, they’re doing it EXTREMELY loudly in your ear and they can’t sing a note to save their lives – oh and when they don’t actually know the words. Oh yes, you guessed it, photo chick only knew about every third line. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to showcase my ignorance. OK, I’ll admit that I don’t know every word to every Interpol song either (hell, I don’t even know most of the titles, no matter how many times I study the CDs I can never remember which song is which, it’s some weird Interpol mental block), but I wasn’t trying to scream over Paul Banks either.

So yet again my fantastic view of a fantastic band playing a fantastic gig was overshadowed by some socially-challenged uber-fan who thought that their own love of the band was far more important than actually being aware of how their behavior affected those around them.

To that end, I’m going to start making a list of rules of gig etiquette, feel free to add your own, that people should really try and adhere to, please. Today we get 1 and 2:

1) Don’t bring large bags to gigs and if you do, stand at the back. They’re annoying to those around you, they hurt people when you dance while wearing them and they take up space that someone small who is having difficulty seeing could occupy near the front.

2) Be aware of short people. Don’t push your way in front of someone a head smaller than you because you somehow feel your night will be ruined if you can’t get 3″ closer to the band to take photos, shout or try and touch the lead singer. That small person you’ve pushed out of the way can’t see from behind you, but you can see from behind them.

Having given my tongue-lashing and public service broadcast for the week, I shall happily defer to the Ledge who will hopefully be posting a proper review of Friday night’s festivities in the next 24 hours or so.

Posted by JustHipper on 10th July 2005 at 3:30 pm | comments (3)
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