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- Hurray for the Mr. Softee truck parked right across the street!
- From the third mezzanine (thanks, Ticketmaster!) the band really did look like ants. It could have been anyone on that stage.
- They charge $5 – Five Bucks – for a bottle of Coke in this place. Geez. At least they let you take it to your seat.
- All female MGMT fans are between the ages of 18 and 23 and have straight, light to medium brown long hair. All of them. They are like Stepford fans, or something.
- As stupid as I know I look when I dance in my seat because I am too lazy to stand up, the woman next to me, who resembled a Tyrannosaurus Rex trying to do the Robot (note new fake band name: Tyrannosaurus Robot) as she danced to “Electric Feel” wins the prize for most retarded dance moves ever! Ever!
- Estimated percentage of MGMT fans in attendance who actually know who Brian Eno is and can name one of his albums: 3%.
- Attention, all people with ants in their pants: If you have an assigned seat number, please stay in it. Please do not move seats every time someone with a seat one row closer to the stage gets up to go to the can. You are annoying and I get pleasure from making fun of you.
- What is it with these dip-shits who compulsively need to text and send emails all throughout the show like they can’t even possibly continue to live if they aren’t in continuous contact with their friends on FaceBook and Twitter? Guys, get with the vibe of the music and pretend it’s the Seventies, when this techy shit didn’t even exist. And get a life while you’re at it
- If you light a match in the Ladies Room behind closed stall doors, the Radio City Toilet Police will come storming into the john and loudly threaten anyone with ears that, “If you are smoking in here, you will be kicked out!” Jesus lady, it was just a courtesy match. If you knew better, you would be glad I lit it.
- As we battled our way back out onto the sidewalk after the show, a random MGMT fan tapped me on the shoulder and asked if she could take a picture with me, because she likes “Pink People” and not because she recognized me as a world-famous blogger. Just being serious. I enjoyed the attention, but am unsure if she was able to get my pink Chuck Taylor’s in the frame, because honestly, they would have made the shot.
This posting is nothing short of brilliance!
I laughed, I cried, I lit matches, I texted while I read this, I wondered aloud who is the Brian Eno character you referred to and then the Radio City Toilet Police showed up at my door.
MGMT was anything but MEH!
THIS: >>What is it with these dipshits who compulsively need to text and send emails all throughout the show like they can’t even possibly continue to live if they aren’t in continuous contact with their friends on FaceBook and Twitter? Guys, get with the vibe of the music and pretend it’s the Seventies, when this techy shit didn’t even exist. And get a life while you’re at it. >>
It’s everywhere. Concerts, movies, in line at the grocery store, during meals, in the midst of conversations and — everyone’s favorite — WHILE DRIVING. Fucking idiots.
Sounds like a young scene…and an annoying one in fact! Will check out Geoffrey’s blog too!
Nick – Young and annoying, yes, but the music was worth it ! — G