Pixies

Before the show started, the girl in front of us (we were seated in the third row of the mezzanine) was very concerned about her line of sight and kept telling various people in front of her to sit down. Big fan, I thought. But then the Pixies come out and start playing some serious rock and roll (perhaps not quite \m/ grade music, but certainly close enough) and the line-of-sight police woman and her girlfriend hardly even twitch in their seats. They barely clapped between songs. It looked like they were cuddled up in front of the TV watching Masterpiece Theatre or something.

 

These types of rock concerts are pretty weird in some ways. People pay $50 a ticket to see a band they might never see live again and that's so much money and so final that they feel entitled (perhaps rightly so) to experience it as if they were in their living room. But experiences are messy, particularly when you're talking about seeing great rock music live. In some ways, if your ears aren't ringing, don't get beer spilled on you, don't come home with your clothes smelling like pot, and can't see the band the whole time, have you really done anything?

 

(Also, this could be my worst camera phone pic ever.)

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