Among the numerous irritants that threaten to spoil a delicately good night at a head banging/tune raving/ lighter waving night, this is one that really drives me insane. It's not that it really stops me from directly enjoying the music, it just forces me to fight back homicidal urges while I sip a £5 rum & coke.
It's hipsters. Of course it is. People who come to gigs for one song.
I'm all for wandering aimlessly into the unknown and finding a random band that you were previously unaware of. That's the beautiful thing about music, it's infinite ability to surprise and entertain at the same time.
But if you're there as a fan boy/girl, and only know half the words to an album seller you so dearly admire, at least try and hide it. Don't fight your way to the front row, so you're in touching distance of the guitarists feet just to mildly whisper some words that you "think sounds about right".
The number of times I've seen a tie dye wearing Ringo Starr look a like sitting in the corner of a room, sulking because the band hasn't played "Wonderwall" or "All The Small Things" yet is bizarre.
Paying to go see a band when you only know one song FULL STOP, is stupid enough. That's at least £5 you've paid. £5 for the right to boast to your mates about "how cool you are" because you went to see The Libertines on Saturday night. Wow.
But if you are going to do that (heaven forbid), at least have the decency to pretend you have actually listened to most of the songs they play. It's not a lot we're asking for. It really isn't. Come on hipsters. You think you're cooler than the rest of us, and for some reason you're more entitled to be there than us. But really you're just a culturally dead crank who found their way onto YouTube. No doubt on an iMac daddy bought for you.
I'm sorry, but you belong at a One Direction concert with all the other deaf 14 year old girls. Bob Dylan would be ashamed.
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