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For all you concert goers.

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 15:35
by Karst
Just One Request
Going to A Concert? Don't Play The Fool.

By David Segal
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 20, 2004; Page C01


Nick Lowe has just finished 90 minutes of solo music at the
Birchmere, a set that included all of his best-known songs -- except
one. The silver-haired daddy of British pop hasn't played "(What's
So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding," a track that he wrote
and that helped make Elvis Costello famous in the 1970s. So
everybody knows what's coming when Lowe returns to the stage for an
encore. He strums the opening chords and a ripple of delight rolls
through the room.

Then stops. A man in a striped shirt has wobbled up to the stage, a
hand-drawn sign in one hand, a drink in the other. He edges so close
to the spotlight that Lowe has no choice but to ask what he wants.

"Zmmuphhmen," comes the reply. Or something like that. Lowe looks
baffled.

"What?" he asks, politely.

"Zmmuphhmen!" There's a Web address on the sign, and Lowe gamely
tries to read it out loud. By now, whatever spell had mesmerized
this room is gone, replaced by confusion, which is soon replaced by
rage. All at once, fans realize what has happened. Their joy has
been killed -- at least for the moment -- by a Concert Fool.

There is no escaping the Concert Fool. He (and every once in a
while, she) is the chronic carbuncle on the butt of rock, an
inflammation that makes it hard to really get comfortable. The
Concert Fool is either unglued by music, or drunk, or unaware of the
invisible line that separates civilization from anarchy. Or aware of
the line but past caring about it. Mostly, the Concert Fool is
having a great time because these guys rawwwwk and because it's a
concert and up top, dude. Rock and roll!

Ultimately, the Concert Fool is confused. He believes that the rules
of courtesy have been suspended during showtime, which isn't exactly
true. Though it's not entirely false, either. At a typical rock
concert, you get far more leash than you do at, say, the theater or
the symphony. The Concert Fool, however, misconstrues limited
license for an excuse to vomit on your girlfriend's pants.

Decorum at a rock concert is actually venue-dependent; what will fly
at the 9:30 club, where bands skew loud and young, will get you
tossed from the Birchmere, where the acts are generally quieter and
pitched to adults. You need to sit down and zip it at the Birchmere
and halls like it, which seems proper for a singer like Nick Lowe,
whose distorted-amp days are well behind him. But even at 9:30 -- as
well as the Black Cat, MCI Center, Merriweather Post and other
venues -- you need a set of manners, even if those manners fall
somewhere between the standards of decency for a baseball game and
the standards of decency for a kegger. Most fans settle comfortably
within that fairly broad range, finding a way to exult in the show
without thrashing the collective buzz.

The Concert Fool, on the other hand, finds inventive ways to annoy.
A wide variety stalk the nation's pop venues, and during my years as
a pop-music critic, I've seen them all. So here's a field guide to
what's out there -- a taxonomy, if you will, of show-going morons.
Avoid them if you can.

The Singer wants to the world to know he's got a great voice. So he
sings. Really, really loud, during the lulls, during the shrieks.
All the time. Fans of James Mercer met a prime example of this genus
of Concert Fool last year at Iota, when Mercer, the lead singer of
the Shins, closed a showcase for the Seattle label Sub Pop. Toward
the end of his set, Mercer played "New Slang," his most popular
tune, but suddenly you could barely hear the guy. A Singer had
chimed in -- eyes closed, shot glass hoisted -- at a volume loud
enough to drown out the man everyone had paid to hear.

The Reckless Smoker -- A cigarette is a dangerous weapon around
people packed together tight. At a Guided by Voices show in New
York -- before that glorious smoking ban went into effect -- fans
were so jammed one night at a club called Tramps that you had to
applaud with your hands above your head. This didn't stop a guy
behind me from lighting up -- and then singeing some unlucky fan
standing in front of him. "Sorry, man," the Smoker said. No doubt
this made the burn victim feel a whole lot better.

The Angler -- They arrived late, and they don't want to stand in the
back. So the Anglers connive to get close to the stage, which is
tricky -- and rude -- at a show that's sold out. The most inventive
Angler I've seen waited till right before the first song and
pretended to be on the verge of vomiting as he waded toward the lip
of the stage. People leapt out of his way. When he got to the front,
he just smiled.

More recently, at a Bob Dylan show, a woman murmured "That's my
husband" as she nudged her way to a place at a forward section on
the floor of the 9:30 club. She slipped an arm around a tall man and
smiled as if greeting her mate. Which he wasn't. The man gave her a
confounded look and a polite brushoff. Why she thought this would
work is a mystery, but I had the sense it wasn't the first time
she'd tried the gambit. In this instance she retreated,
muttering: "What a jerk."

The Requestaholic -- They came for one song, and they're going to
hear that song if it kills them. Which it nearly did at a couple of
Bruce Springsteen's solo shows during his "Ghost of Tom Joad" tour
in 1996. The Boss asked fans at the outset not to shout for tunes,
and in those cities where the Requestaholics wouldn't stop,
Springsteen threatened to ask fans nearby to take matters into their
own hands.

For performers, you can imagine the frustration, especially at a
show for an album like "Joad," which was somber and low-key. Anyway,
most set lists are cooked up well before a tour hits the road, so
shouting is nearly always pointless. It's just annoying. One of the
few things I remember about the Steve Earle show at the 9:30 two
years ago is a twit who screamed "Jackalope Eye!" at least 25 times
over the course of the show. Earle tried to shut him up by doing a
belittling impersonation of him. But the true Requestaholic won't
let a little humiliation get in the way.

"Jackalope Eye!" he screamed during the very next break.

The Talker -- The bane of nearly every show. A shocking number of
ticket buyers regard rock concerts as ideal moments to catch up with
friends. I can remember a pair of women nattering through a My
Morning Jacket concert, a guy flirting shamelessly with a mini-
shirted damsel at a Peaches show, a half-dozen drinkers at Iota who
didn't seem to realize a band was in the room. The most stupefying
Talker I've seen was at a Melissa Etheridge show at the Warner
Theatre, a woman who called a friend on her cell phone just as
Etheridge hit the stage.

"I'm at the show! Yeah, Melissa just came on! Yeah! Can you hear me?
What? Can you hear her? What?" There were murderous stares from
everyone in her vicinity -- and then verbal threats -- but it didn't
matter. The dedicated Talker doesn't care.

The Stander -- Ordinarily, this is not a big deal. But if everyone
else is sitting, it can lead to violence. At a Peter Gabriel show at
MCI Center, one Stander, a thirtyish woman in jeans, had the
misfortune of blocking the view of a true Concert Fool (see Grabber,
below) who slapped her rear end when she refused to have a seat. She
ran for the cops, and he hustled out of that section of the arena,
presumably to watch the show from another seat.

The Grabber -- One who grabs. See above.

That's the list. If you recognize yourself in any of these
categories, let me ask a favor on behalf of everyone else who loves
live music: Stay home and wait for the DVD.

Even if there won't be a DVD.

Pretty please?

© 2004 The Washington Post Company

(oh and if you reply to this - don't include the whole story in your
reply please) ;)

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 16:11
by markfiend
Requestaholics at Sisters gigs seem to want Alice and nothing else. Like, duh, they won't play it anyway? :roll:

Odd, just noticed it did a double-post-in one thing ??? Edited anyway.

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 16:16
by emilystrange
we've got a tape where someone is shouting 'Anaconda' a lot...

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 16:21
by markfiend
emilystrange wrote:we've got a tape where someone is shouting 'Anaconda' a lot...
Nice. :lol:

Come to think of it, anyone with a huge bootleg collection fancy going through all their CDs/tapes and counting up the votes from the Requestaholics? :lol:

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 16:21
by Quiff Boy
hmm, the fan and the bellows?

;D :innocent:

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 17:18
by Karst
Floorshow seemed to be quite popular in the early days. Funny how it is often single word titles btw. Like Marian - you'd hardly hear people scream for Some Kind of Stranger?!

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 17:22
by emilystrange
no, because it makes people cry and grown men will get tears in their beer.
tricky to say after a few....

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 17:46
by Padstar
markfiend wrote:Requestaholics at Sisters gigs seem to want Alice and nothing else. Like, duh, they won't play it anyway? :roll:

Odd, just noticed it did a double-post-in one thing ??? Edited anyway.
Whilst obviously we are just pretenders.... Alice, Jolen and Nine While Nine tend to be the ones we get...

Paddy.

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 18:00
by Brideoffrankenstein
I hate the "Look At Me I Know All The Words" types. You know when the band you are watching finally play your favourite song and then you discover it's someone else's fave too (usually they're standing right next to you), so they sing out of tune really loudly and spoil the whole darn thing

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 18:32
by James Blast
Quiff Boy wrote:hmm, the fan and the bellows?
:notworthy: :D :D :D :notworthy:

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 18:57
by Mrs. Snowey
Myself and Mr. Snowey met up with some friends a while back to see All about Eve in Crewe. One of our mutual friends had been ranting about the gig for aeons; she had everything they'd ever done etc etc.

Funny thing was for the entire gig (including encores) she could only remember the title of one sodding song. Every time there was a lull, or a gap:

FLOWERS IN OUR HAIR


Aargh!!

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 19:02
by Mrs. Snowey
P.S. She also offered the following helpful advice to Marty (following problems with his guitar)

at the top of her lungs: "you should know how to hold it, you're meant to be a professional guitarist"

Strangely enough, that was Marty's last gig with the band ;D Wonder why :lol:

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 19:59
by James Blast
some people are just plain mean

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 20:13
by Andie
i don't mind the hecklers and the requestaholics...


for me i detest with a vengance (see NMA) the stupid people who insist on dancing on their ha'penny stamp of space (by dancing i mean stepping back and forth) and in doing so get beer and fag ends (usually mine i hasten to add) all over my excellent suede shoes...not to mention messing the shoes up...

eventually i get pi$$ed off with asking them not to interfear with my space that i time my move backwards and sideways so that they fall on their respective arse's...

appoligies to the bird at the TSOM Astoria 2001 (i think...sheeesh...bad memory)...she hit the floor HARD! :lol:

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 20:45
by Almiche V
The only way to cope with all those types is to get totally w*nkered and not give a fig. I think the best thing to do is jump up and down.

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 21:03
by Andie
unfortunatly snub i find that being totally bladdered and jump(jump jump)ing around does no end of damage to my throat...usually due to throwing up!!

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 21:12
by Almiche V
Burn wrote:unfortunatly snub i find that being totally bladdered and jump(jump jump)ing around does no end of damage to my throat...usually due to throwing up!!
Ah. Eeeerrrrrmmmm Image

Posted: 20 Jul 2004, 21:57
by James Blast
Well, I'm always pished oot ma face at gigs, so depending upon the performance or time of said gig, I will either Glare, or slap you on the back and smile.

Posted: 21 Jul 2004, 06:32
by Dan
The jerks who insist on doing their stupid arm movements when it's too cramped for them to do so, so they're constantly in your face. All About Eve (Mish fan club gig 1987) totally ruined by some stupid flabby armed fool standing directly in front of me.

Posted: 21 Jul 2004, 10:55
by Karst
Yeah, the flying limbs brigade always seems to be out in force at Sisters gigs. And all the conjuring ladies sitting on shoulders thinking they can put a spell on the leadsinger. Tssss. Tend to stand near the mixing desk myself trying not to break my back.

Posted: 21 Jul 2004, 12:33
by andymackem
The "too cool for school" posse. The ones who are only at the gig so they can sneer about how much better someone even more obscure, pretentious and tossy would have been.

And if I think a namecheck is overly obscure, pretentious and tossy you can imagine what these boys are like. They really are all boys as well. Sad, sad things.

Posted: 21 Jul 2004, 12:40
by Karst
andymackem wrote:The ones who are only at the gig so they can sneer about how much better someone even more obscure, pretentious and tossy would have been.
'cuse me. Of course the Mish is better live then the Sisters will ever be. ;)

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