
In the wee hours of this chilly Wednesday morning Jessie and I drove around our hometown and some of the surrounding neighborhoods playing a real life game of "Where's Waldo" in search of someone who wasn't really hiding. It seemed like we were stuck on a page where everyone was wearing red and white striped shirts and "Waldo" wasn't wearing his stupid striped ski hat. This is not the point to this blog at all...
Then what is my point, you may be asking. Well. I will tell you.
While driving around on a quest for "Waldo" Jessie told me something that reminds me why I don't go to big band shows anymore. She had gone to see the Plain White T's in the city this weekend. They were playing a free show and I knew there were gonna be a trillion stupid people there so i opted not to make an appearance. Anyways. She tells me how there were a couple girls in front of her that appeared to be around her same age and they seemed to really like the PWT's, so she saw nothing wrong with them being there. Then, the band starts to play one of my favorite songs from their new album Big Bad World, Sunshine, and the girls then proceeded to ask what song it was. SERIOUSLY!!
This irks me. Like to the core. If you claim to be a fan of a band you are going to see at least know the songs they play. Stop listening to Hey There Deliliah and 1,2,3,4 and buy a freaking album or two, or three. Oh, and if you don't know the song. At least pretend that you do. Don't announce it to the whole crowd. It just makes you look like a bigger idiot than you really are. If you don't know the song, pretend like you do and jump are around and look like you know what you're doing, sing the chorus, usually it's catchy and if you're smart enough you'll catch on rather quickly.
People always ask me why I stop going to shows. This is probably my number one reason. Posers. I stop going to Fall Out Boy shows because well... they're tickets prices are god awful expensive and I wouldn't pay fifty bucks to see a band that I paid ten bucks to see a few years ago, and well they still suck live... but thats besides the point. There a thousands of girls running around with I heart Pete Wentz shirts on, and onlu know like three songs that play on the radio constantly... but if they play a song form An Evening Out With Your Girlfriend, they don't even know that's a FOB song and they look lost and confused. You're not a true fan if you don't know there are albums before Under The Cork Tree.
So, to all you posers out there, stop listening to the radio for once and pick up an album or two, or even better, iTunes has everything. And, if i haven't made myself clear enough, I hate you.
fin.
P.S. We never really did find "Waldo." sad face.
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