I’m sorry in advance. We’ve been up since 4:30 A.M. We’re in New York, preparing to drain our bank accounts tomorrow at dawn (i.e. find an apartment). But while I have you here:
Can we talk about live music for a second?
I’ve never understood the allure of going to concerts. When friends of mine talk about how a favorite band was “sooooo good live,” I’m perplexed. What does that mean? Were there really good costumes? Was there a light show? Did they enter the auditorium/concert hall/arena through the audience?
[Once I was in the middle of a group of hipsters at Casey Moore’s who were complaining about a band (someone not from the 90s, so I’ve never heard of them) being bad live. I said “Bummer. Not enough dancing?” —Carly]
Honestly, unless it’s the Spice Girls Reunion Tour or a Broadway show, I don’t give a shit about seeing bands live. Perhaps because, as someone with certifiably terrible taste in music, none of the groups/artists I listen to regularly would sound discernibly better live than they do coming through my headphones.
But there’s an exception to every rule…