You’ve Heard Of Road Rage? Meet Concert Rage…
The more I go to concerts and the older I get, the more irritable I become. It is like the entire experience is made for the simple reason to make me as exasperated as possible. They start by treating you like a terrorist and end as guests at a party who just won’t leave.
It’s enough to drive you crazy…. In fact, it is the concert goers form of road rage…
1 – Getting into the venue -apparently they’d prefer you were shot outside instead of in, while you tip everything out of your pocket and leave it a dog’s water pail and the damn airport scanner beeps every time you breathe on it.
2 – That moment when you’ve bough a ticket off stubhub and they’re about to scan it.
3 – The walk of death in Arenas, any second you could fall to your death.
4 – Idiots in your seat who refuse to believe you that they are in the wrong seat – like you’d lie about it, then curse at you as they are forced to move.
5 – DJs -this is especially terrible in hip hop concerts, who spin mainstream hip hop hits for over an hour. Why? What are they doing that for? It makes no sense.
6 – Lousy opening acts.
7 – Interminable waits between sets, and then the lights dim and… it’s the DJ again.
8 – Ten minute build ups before the act comes on stage and everybody stands. What is wrong with you guys, have you never been to a concert before? Let me help, don’t stand up till you hear the lead singers voice. EVER.
9 – At which time the frat boys on one side of you start singing along at the top of their voice (this once chased me out of a Van Morrison concert) and
10 – The two women behind you decide to have a long conversation at the top of their lungs
11 – And that sweet couple in front of you decide to stick their heads together so you can’t see the stage
12 – He spilled beer down my shirt?
13 – Struggling to get out before the rush, there is always that person who won’t move their bag
14 – Or wait till the end, so the ushers can come along and hustle you out
15 – Unless you’ve decided to leave at the end on the dot, in which case do the old man shuffle all the way out to the street…