one of the nice things about
discovering artists before they get
too popular (
or die) is that the people at gigs don't suck. they're the early adopters, storm chasers, people with passion. we're here to hear, not make ourselves heard. the smaller the gig, the more intimate, the less likely you'll have to filter out the verbal diahoreah of some wanker who thinks what he has to say to his mate is more important that what the performer we've all come to see does.
but what I've noticed is that even in small room gigs where you have to know someone to be there, with a single artist on stage and the audience hanging on every word, there'll still be two or three voices competing for my attention. who are these areholes? and what can we do about them? well, i got a solution.
woke up this morning and got myself a gun. a water gun.
