Friday 19 March 2010

Rant

More kids poured in. One more hour. The band probably will be late anyway. I was so bored. Standing bored. Rock gig is a funny thing. You pay hundreds of dollars, you have to queue hours, fight your way to the front and stand throughout the whole show. It’s pure sadism compared to going the Indoor Stadium.

Then a good old-fashioned conversation opened up. Not before me, but behind me.

Him: ‘Hi, you’re here alone?’ (Nice. This is gonna be interesting.)

Her: ‘Ya, you too?’

Him: ‘Yaya, My friends are not into Placebo.’ (So are my friends.)

Her: ‘Mine too. I always have to come alone for these gigs.’ (Alone? Awesome!)

Him: ‘Ah. So what else did you went?’

Her: ‘Paramore? (And some more shitty bands I cannot remember.)

Him: ‘I was there at Paramore’s too. It was awesome! So was Lifehouse!’ (Shitheads. Gay. Shitheads.)

Her: ‘Yaya, The sounds were amazing! I heard Stereophonics would be here. I can’t wait to go!’ (Dakota… Think that’s the only song I cared.)

Him: ‘Ah. I’m not into them…’

Her: ‘How about AC/DC? Or Led Zeppelin?’

Him: ‘Heard about them, but never really download their songs before.’ (Fraggot maggot.)

Her: ‘You should try Stairway to Heaven.’ (Or Immigrant Song, Black Dog, When The Levee Breaks…)

Him: ‘…’ (You and your Lifehouse cha-cha. Buried your head a hole and hide. A chick’s musical taste is better than yours.)

Her: ‘…’

Him’…’

Him: ‘So what songs do you think they’ll play tonight?’ (Nice rebound though.)

Her: ‘Hopefully all of their new album’s.’ (They should play all their old songs, cause I didn’t catch the new album.)

Him: ‘I hope they play Bright Lights.’ (Bright Lights?)

Her: ‘Yaya! I adore Bright Lights! I listen to it every night!’ (Must check out Bright Lights.)

Him: ‘I hope Battle For The Sun will be on too.’ (This conversation is getting annoying.)

Her: ‘I want them to play Infrared Red, you like their old songs?’ (This conversation is not getting annoying anymore. Discuss more on their older songs, cause they are the only ones I know.)

Him: ‘Actually I have only listened to their Battle For The Sun album.’ (GET OUTTA HERE!)

Her: ‘I like their ‘Meds’ album. It is the greatest.’ (I worship her. I really do.)

Him: ‘Do you like Every You And Every Me?’ (I am surprised you know that.)

Her: ‘Nope.’

Me and him went totally silent. This is bad. Who is she? What is she doing here not knowing what is that song? This is so wrong.

That could only be one reason.

Him: ‘This is odd but how old are you?’

Her: ‘I’m sixteen.’ (BURN! FLASH ALERT! JAILBAIT! JAILBAIT!) ‘And you?’

Him: ‘I’m twenty one…’

I pretended to look for friends I don’t have and turned around.

Gawd. She looked like nineteen and he looked like twelve.

Speak about plastic reality.