Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Overpowered By Funk

Y'know when you're at a party and you're having a grand time? Drink and chat flowing; catching up with old friends and making some new ones; hopefully some half-decent tunes in the background? And then some party hijacking Nazi whips out a guitar and suddenly everyone has to shut up and listen or join in some half-assed sing song?

Well I hate that. Total mood and conversation killer. Fine for the tool with the guitar and the couple of drunks who like singing along who couldn't care less that they've just ruined the party, crap for everyone else. Anyway usually I just leave at that point. It's easier than moaning about it and getting accused of being a killjoy by said Nazis.

But there's a flipside to inappropriate music being a conversation killer - being at a proper gig where people won't shut the hell up. I was at two gigs last week in Cork - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Iron & Wine. Both were excellent but both had their quieter moments (of which there were many during during Iron & Wine) ruined by incessant chatter.

Now I'm not talking about expecting reverential silence here, I'm talking about people who, after paying 30 quid give or take, proceeded to have full conversations with each other and talk over the music as if they were in a noisy bar somewhere. It was damn annoying. I nearly slapped the head off the two 5-foot-nothing munchkin girls in front of me who talked absolutely non-stop for the full set. And no I couldn't move - EVERYONE seemed to be talking. If ever there was a place where people loved the sound of their own voices...


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