Saturday, January 3, 2009
Perils at the Prince
I went to see Fleet Foxes at the Prince of Wales last night. Great gig, excellent band and a pretty good venue despite the fire risk.
Trouble is, I'm starting to think I don't enjoy gigs as much as I used to. Perhaps I'm getting too old. I mean, jesus, they didn't come on until 11.30. Most nights I've been in bed for at least an hour by then. I have a 3 year old, you see. Further, it's hell getting to the bar, when you do the beer is overpriced and forget trying to get to the toilets unless you want to miss half the set. Then there are the dickheads filming the show on their stupid phones (which should only be used to make calls as far as I'm concerned - and I'm no luddite) and yelling out for specific songs as though the band didn't have a set list or any idea about what they were going to do next.
There's always some 6 foot 5 arsehole standing right in front of me, a dancing looney to my right and a group of 3 clowns discussing the show, their shoes, the weather to my left. Finally, for some reason, I'm always the hapless sap who inadvertanty indicates to everyone present that the path between the toilets and the bar passes immediately in front of me. I spend much of my time manoeuvring out of people's way and jumping about in pain because some lumbering dimwit has stepped on my foot. And I paid $45 for the privilege. Lucky me.