Life, these days, is loud.
It doesn’t matter where you go, really. It seems that you’re always surrounded by noise.
Between the music in the supermarket, the mall, the bank, the unbelievable nonsensical cell phone conversations.
“So, where are you? Me? I’m buying onions at Wegmans! Kisses, I’ll talk to later when I’m waiting in line at the deli counter.”
So, why do we feel this great need to talk to each other constantly?
Friday night was a perfect example. The always-amazing “John Butler Trio” was in town, and seated right below us were six friends that just yapped all evening long.
The ringleader was a tall, blonde guy that if I ever see again at a concert is going to get one good smack in the head from me, and I believe I’m being generous with that punishment.
I don’t really care if these are your best friends in the world, or if this is the first time you’ve seen this band, but I’m pretty sure that John Butler didn’t hear you when you said, multiple times, “He kicks ass!!”
I’m also going to figure that when you screamed “Wa-HOOOO!!!” fifteen times during a lovely guitar solo, he didn’t hear you, either.
Let me explain something to you…you’re here to experience one of the best, live.
If you want to yak it up with your friends and drink, please do all of us a favour and go home and put the CD on instead, ‘kay?
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Yes, that guy was in my top 5 most annoying of all-time. People like him just have no sense of decorum or respect for others! Well said!!
I almost think people are compelled to talk, make noice, etc. because their brains would be in danger of coming to a complete stop if they didn't.
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