This is gonna sound extremely lame, but I gave up on going to concerts. And NO, I'm not
getting too old for this shit, you smartypants reading this. It's the people. More precisely, it's the talkers, the wooers, the chanters (you know, the ones who may think they're singing along but turn everything —and I mean
everything, even Dry Cleaning spoken-word tunes (!)— into hooligan fútbol chants). That ruins the whole damn event for me. Shut the fuck up!
I am, however, still open to attend shows by artists that mean a lot to me in the jazz/improv/contemporary classical/whachamacallit realm, where the audience is
supposed to shut the fuck up.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.