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Just got back from a Laibach gig, and the band was spectacularly good (better than last time I saw them). And their little drummer girls were, ah, droolworthy. Oh my.
BUT:
This was the worst audience I've ever had the misfortune to encounter.
Allow me to outline a few simple rules when attending a concert:
1. You do not force your way constantly back and forth in the crowd in order to cop a feel from random women. Furthermore, you do not rub against random women's backsides. Tip o'the hat to the freak in the grey shirt.
2. You do not force your way through the crowd, full stop. When the crowd doesn't yield, deal with it. Don't push on. Cheers to every moron who had run-ins with my elbows - no, I couldn't let you through because there was no room to let you through to. Believe me, I know, because there was only one guy between me and the stage.
3. You do not whip your filthy disgusting dreadlocks around. A big fat fuck you to the bitch whose dreadlocks got lodged in my mouth.
4. If you want a beer, go to the bar and fucking stay there. Do not attempt to force your way back to where you were stood. This is a rule that applies to all gigs, not just Laibach. And the same goes for taking a piss - so you couldn't wait? Too fucking bad.
5. If you intend to stand absolutely still all night and not even clap your hands a bit, stay at the back and let those who appreciate the band be at the front. The band does not need to watch you sulking at the barrier. This is also a rule that applies to all gigs, not just Laibach.
6. You do not bring an enormous backpack to any gig, ever. For crying out fucking loud.
BUT:
This was the worst audience I've ever had the misfortune to encounter.
Allow me to outline a few simple rules when attending a concert:
1. You do not force your way constantly back and forth in the crowd in order to cop a feel from random women. Furthermore, you do not rub against random women's backsides. Tip o'the hat to the freak in the grey shirt.
2. You do not force your way through the crowd, full stop. When the crowd doesn't yield, deal with it. Don't push on. Cheers to every moron who had run-ins with my elbows - no, I couldn't let you through because there was no room to let you through to. Believe me, I know, because there was only one guy between me and the stage.
3. You do not whip your filthy disgusting dreadlocks around. A big fat fuck you to the bitch whose dreadlocks got lodged in my mouth.
4. If you want a beer, go to the bar and fucking stay there. Do not attempt to force your way back to where you were stood. This is a rule that applies to all gigs, not just Laibach. And the same goes for taking a piss - so you couldn't wait? Too fucking bad.
5. If you intend to stand absolutely still all night and not even clap your hands a bit, stay at the back and let those who appreciate the band be at the front. The band does not need to watch you sulking at the barrier. This is also a rule that applies to all gigs, not just Laibach.
6. You do not bring an enormous backpack to any gig, ever. For crying out fucking loud.
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:46 pm (UTC)(I added you, because so many people whom I like seem to like you. Baaah.;] )
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:52 pm (UTC)And welcome to my friends list. I'm extremely likeable. Well, not really. To be honest.
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-23 11:02 pm (UTC)This is only the second time I've been exposed to a freak getting off on rubbing up to women in a gig crowd, but the first time was only a week and a half ago. Bloody horrible creeps.
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Date: 2005-08-23 11:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-23 11:12 pm (UTC)And moshing is just fine, if there's a mosh pit going on. It's easy to know what bands will attract moshing and in those cases stay away from the stage. Like when I stayed very, very far from the stage at System Of A Down.
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Date: 2005-08-23 11:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-24 05:20 pm (UTC)And of course he tried to hug me too. I pushed him away, telling him to fuck right off. But sadly he tried again. Back then I just had a foot operation and I was still walking with one crutch. So, I saw the idiot coming to me again. I turned around at the very last minute, sticking out my crutch and he walked straight into it. It hit him right in the stomach. *evil laugh*
Should've aimed a bit lower though...
Marianne
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:30 pm (UTC)