Shirt: New Order - Concert North American Tour 1989
Brand: Fruit Of The Loom
Source: Forgot to post this yesterday…sometimes i like weekends. I forget everything that is work and just zone out and watch 10 episodes of Pawn Stars or Law An Order. sometimes i zone out too much and realize that the day has gotten away form me and i need to do two things. one: Eat. Two: Go to bed cause it is already 12:30.
But I did go see New Order Last week at the Greek. IT was fucking awesome, everything i could ask for from this band.
Except for one thing. This asshole behind me.
Who was drunk as fuck and kept yelling for the band to play “Shellshock.” even after the band started playing another song, he was still yelling it midway through the song. I get that he is a fan, I see both him and his girlfriend go the shirts. they paid decent money for the seats, so why get so fucking shit faced that you wont even remember the concert the next day asides from having a beer soaked shirt to remember it by. not only Did you fuck it up for yourself but you also ruined it for the 15 people around you, specially the ones directly in front of you are screaming into their ears. I can deal with your off time clapping, and i can evern tolerate your singing at the top of your lungs (and who cares that you dont actually know the words). But scream in the back of my fucking head all night long and im going to fucking loose it. no Matter how much you pay to see a show, you cant pay enough to not have this asshole next to you. there is always one. i feel like i am a magnet for them perhaps i am just less tolerant of them. perhaps its because i too don’t get shit faced and i care. Maybe it is because i have respect for the artist on stage trying to perform. but that is just me. I don’t pay to go to a movie only to talk over it the entire time either, so go figure. maybe i am dying breed.
So prolly after 10 songs i lost my shit. screamed at the top of my lungs. ”Listen Mother fucker just shut the fuck up for one song please!!!!” He looked like a deer in headlights, like that came out of nowhere, and i was the rudest dude ever. i even went so far as to have my friend hold my glasses cause i was ready to drop this motherfucker to the floor. BUT apparently the girl who was with him could sense the riff in the air and pedaled him out of the Greek the opposite way of me and fast as possible.
Oh New Order did two Joy Division songs too. that was prety epic. but then Asshole kept screaming “Where’s Ian???” I will fucking kill you.