dear me, dear me...
what should i find in my mailbox after getting home from the show but this piece of work?
>i was at the show also..and id like to clarify somethings..for one the kid in the ups jacket was
>from texas so when LES SAVY FAV said they were from texas he yelled out too. and about him
>sitting on the stage..he had no choice, there was no room for him in the crowd. you must have a lot >of free time on your hands to freakin analyze every last detail of the show right down to issac's
>freakin joke. and anyway who the hell are you to complain about someone blocking you...fuckin fat >piece of shit...you blocked half the crowd!!! i know i couldn't see a damn thing with your fat head >in the way. you and your friends were so damn annoying!! they kept pushing into me and my
>friends. and who the hell is so lame as to talk about wanting to wear the bands tee shirt to their >show...freakazoa!!!!! who the hell head bangs and pogos at a fuckin modest mouse show...you guys
>were such losers.
>-your hated
>
while i am certain that russ and a number of other upstanding citizens have weighed in on this matter, i feel it is my civic duty to address this letter. let me first respond to item number one:
>i was at the show also..and id like to clarify somethings..for one the kid in the ups jacket was
>from texas so when LES SAVY FAV said they were from texas he yelled out too. and about him
>sitting on the stage..he had no choice, there was no room for him in the crowd.
there was absolutely room for that boy in the crowd. i think his issue was that there was no room for him at the front of the crowd. this, i find, can normally be rectified by showing up early, which is exactly what many people in general (and myself in particular) do/did. The name of the game here is COMMON FUCKING COURTESY, which means that you shouldn't assume that you deserve a spot in front of others merely by your divine and heavenly grace. Neither you or your brown-shirted friend have a right to impose yourselves on others, and especially not those who had been waiting patiently for 3+ hours for the doors to open. And while I am on the topic, let me note that I did not have any particular sort of problem with the brat who plopped himself down on the stage, at least nothing I was going to bring up unprompted. I did however find fault with this one girl who felt obliged not only to chat (audibly) with her friends during songs, but to flash her fucking camera !
every thirty seconds in my eye. First, I would normally assume that after paying twelve dollars to get in and pushing past more patient individuals in the audience to secure a spot near the front, that one would be interested more in the show than fraternizing with a group of similarly deranged individuals for the entire night. This bitch (and I use the harsh language simply because I suspect it was one of that groop that composed the letter i'm responding to) was one of your standard new york super-hipsters, someone who would describe the show as "alright, but not as good as when i saw them _____," inserting a really old date to prove how indie-fucking-cool she is. oh, but a twist! she seemed to be entirely disinterested in pictures of anyone but isaac! eric? jeremiah? what's the matter honey, not enough room in your fanzine between interviews with your boyfriend's band and reviews of your rare nirvana b-sides for the fucking rhythm section? I swear, the absolute wors!
t kind of "scenester..." she was the kind of person who would pat herself on the back for being "indie," while reading fucking spin each month for the scoop on courtney and marilyn. jesus.
>you must have a lot of free time on your hands to freakin analyze every last detail of the show
>right down to issac's freakin joke.
on a slightly milder note, it is kind of disappointing to read a review of a show that consists of a (usually wrong) setlist and a one-sentence account of how it was. some people haven't been lucky enough to see modest mouse live (or live somewhere that they haven't played near yet), so it's nice to hear a little more about the band, and maybe even a bit about their personalities that you wouldn't pick up from just listening to the albums.
>and anyway who the hell are you to complain about someone blocking you...fuckin fat piece of
>shit...you blocked half the crowd!!! i know i couldn't see a damn thing with your fat head in the
>way.
hey hey, weight jokes! and your mama's so fat...
really, though, grow up. if you cannot think of anything better than that, you're wasting perfectly good thoughts (such as duct taping your mouth shut, throwing your computer out the window so i never have to hear from you again, etc. etc. think of your own! be creative, if that's within your scope of limited adjectives.) and just on a side note, as i was with the "fuckin fat piece of shit" in question at the show. russ (and i apologize for perpetuating the insult) invited an individual who had the mild curse of being about a foot shorter than anyone else in the crowd to move in front of him so she could see. you would be surprised what people will do for you if you ask nicely (that means starting with a "please", and winding it up with a "thank you"), although perhaps some of us don't live in modern society. the trick is to bang the rocks together, kids.
>and who the hell is so lame as to talk about wanting to wear the bands tee shirt to their
>show...freakazoa!!!!! who the hell head bangs and pogos at a fuckin modest mouse show...you guys
>were such losers.
that's like, so middle school! oh my gawd! like, i so can't believe that anyone would wear a band shirt to a concert! talk about lame-o! man, if you can seriously judge someone by the band shirt they're wearing (and remember, you do like the band yr seeing, right?), you are seriously fucked up. personally, i only wear solid blacks to represent my isolation from society, but even i couldn't fault someone for wearing a modest mouse shirt to a modest mouse show. and i know that you are too cool to even bother wasting your precious energy on applause or anything, but a little movement (or even headbanging-- shit, just do what comes natural, i say) won't be the death of you. heck, you should feel lucky-- someone as fucking stupid as yourself should have been crushed beneath a falling ceiling or something long ago if karma had anything to do with it.
your pal,
matt
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