2008 Woodie Awards
All Hail: Too cool for the concert
Matt Collette
Issue date: 3/20/08 Section: Editorial
Sunday night had to be a great night for almost everyone inside of Blackman Auditorium, as Ben Folds rocked the house with a fantastic set. It was an amazing night for everyone, it seems, except for the two girls who were sitting directly in front of me.
Regardless of what the audience was doing - standing, sitting, singing, shouting - these two girls remained in their seats. No, not sitting; that's the wrong word. They were sprawled out, with limbs somehow spread onto the seats in the front, back and sides of them.
These girls were dressed to the nines and looked like someone told them to expect a good night out. However, Folds' set seemed to barely impress them. Instead, one spent the time using her iPhone to surf the Internet, check Facebook and even, to my total astonishment, make a five-minute long phone call that I tried my best to ignore. The other girl did basically the same thing with her Treo.
These girls were loud and trashy: the one's I'd expect to see traipsing up and down Commonwealth Avenue any weekend night rather than the standard crowd at a piano-pop show. They had expensive purses, expensive shoes, expensive hair, expensive jewelry (and, quite possibly, expensive breasts) - probably all purchased with Daddy's American Express.
They complained about everything. Topics included:
"Why are the guys in front of us standing?" (It was probably because most everyone else was and also because your feet would have been on their shoulders if they were sitting.)
"Why hasn't he played 'Kate' yet?" (It was the only song they liked or maybe even knew, and when Folds played it they got up to dance - if you could call their convulsions that - then sat right back down.)
"Why is this concert so long?" (They obviously had better things to do, like cruise over to some Sunday night party at one of the Stetsons.)
Their behavior that night got me thinking: How could two people be so unaware, or maybe just ambivalent, of their surroundings? Could they not feel the piercing stares at the back of their heads; see people turning to look at what could possibly be going on in the row behind them; or hear the loud snickers at their bizarre behavior?
Regardless of what the audience was doing - standing, sitting, singing, shouting - these two girls remained in their seats. No, not sitting; that's the wrong word. They were sprawled out, with limbs somehow spread onto the seats in the front, back and sides of them.
These girls were dressed to the nines and looked like someone told them to expect a good night out. However, Folds' set seemed to barely impress them. Instead, one spent the time using her iPhone to surf the Internet, check Facebook and even, to my total astonishment, make a five-minute long phone call that I tried my best to ignore. The other girl did basically the same thing with her Treo.
These girls were loud and trashy: the one's I'd expect to see traipsing up and down Commonwealth Avenue any weekend night rather than the standard crowd at a piano-pop show. They had expensive purses, expensive shoes, expensive hair, expensive jewelry (and, quite possibly, expensive breasts) - probably all purchased with Daddy's American Express.
They complained about everything. Topics included:
"Why are the guys in front of us standing?" (It was probably because most everyone else was and also because your feet would have been on their shoulders if they were sitting.)
"Why hasn't he played 'Kate' yet?" (It was the only song they liked or maybe even knew, and when Folds played it they got up to dance - if you could call their convulsions that - then sat right back down.)
"Why is this concert so long?" (They obviously had better things to do, like cruise over to some Sunday night party at one of the Stetsons.)
Their behavior that night got me thinking: How could two people be so unaware, or maybe just ambivalent, of their surroundings? Could they not feel the piercing stares at the back of their heads; see people turning to look at what could possibly be going on in the row behind them; or hear the loud snickers at their bizarre behavior?
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lmao
posted 3/20/08 @ 7:20 AM EST
Come on now.
Instead of giving them evil stares, why not just be blunt and tell the two Hilton wanna-be's to STFU? Problem solved.
Phat Fan
posted 3/20/08 @ 11:31 AM EST
Well done, Matt Collette. These girls sound like they need a lesson in having a good time and going to rock shows. Bravo to you.
CrazyEyezzz
Christine
posted 3/20/08 @ 8:29 PM EST
Well done, however Northeastern has many more of these girls in stock.
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