there's this festival happenin' in our beloved city about... yep, you've guessed it... about flowers.
i think it's stupid. but nevermind me. nevermind what i think.
part of the festivities are concerts that sporadically dot the main thoroughfares of the city. did i get that right? "thoroughfares?" shit, nevermind. in fact, fuck thoroughfares!
so back to the stupid topic. the concerts. we got bands performing left and right. bands from the big city. local bands. marching bands. the works. being in a band myself back in the day (back in the day meaning about six years ago. not the fucking beattles era yah numbnuts!), i decided to catch some performances.
here are my observations:
:: bands sound better today than they do six years ago. mainly because sound system companies started sprouting like mushrooms to meet the demand. competition drove their prices to the ground. as a result, concert organizers can now afford them and at the same time can pocket more money exploiting bands. jesus fucking christ in a mohawk! some things never fucking change.
anyway, gone were the days where concert organizers (and concert goers) would just be content stacking 200 50-watt speakers on stage hooked to makeshift amplifiers and shit. everyone didn't care if you sounded like a gnome gargling two gallons of lighter fluid inside a fully tiled bathroom on a rainy afternoon. people were just there to have fun, get drunk, and of course get high. super fucking high. now you see monitors on stage. and you see living, breathing sound engineers tweaking sound mixers and knobs and buttons and shit.
:: concerts now have events organizers. they make sure every band did their soundcheck way ahead their call time; they make sure the flow of the show goes smooth like a well oiled vibrator; and they also make sure people in the audience know they're gay.
there were no events organizers during our time. the closest thing that'll resemble one would be the other band's roadie that'll signal you're up next. and if it so happens that your fucking vocalist or guitarist got so wasted before you even performed... tough luck... the next band gets your spot. it's that fucking simple.
:: nobody does drugs anymore. or so i think. before you'd see people passing around joints and getting high while struggling to sing the lyrics of the songs they're hearing. now what do you see? yeah, fucking college kids in fucking signature clothes drinking fucking tazo tea. hey, people, this is a fucking rock concert, not some rotary club assembly where you can socialize and mingle. here you bang your heads till your necks hurt, not sway your little asses and groove. nobody "grooves" to papa roach songs... you treat those songs with respect by jumping up and down like a monkey in heat inside a real mosh pit. fucking posh, upper middle class crowd!
so far, those were the things i observed.
wait. ah yes. about guitarists. don't you just hate it when guitarists do their solos and start twitching their faces and shit like they're hitting all those impossible notes? i do. fuck!
they're so fucking annoying when they do shit like that. and some of them do it even when they're strumming three chords. three fucking chords like D-A-G! those notes doesn't seem too impossible. i mean, your hand wouldn't even go past the third fret of the guitar to hit them.
it's good to be animated and all during live perfomances. you can get the crowd all fired up with a little jig here and a bit of a head bang there. but the faces. argh! i mean, c'mon, to twitch and deform your face to the point of looking like joan rivers? there's gotta be some other thing you can do to show you're a fucking passionate guitar player. i don't know... breathe out fire, bite a bat's head off, have sex on stage... but don't twitch your face like that!
fucking show off!
i'm out.
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