Monday, November 06, 2006
Man, that was annoying.
I just walked out of the Bonnie "Prince" Billy concert after just three songs. No, he didn't suck, exactly. He struck me as a bit of a self-indulgent performer, like the show was kinda some private joke between him and his band, and maybe a few people in the audience. But, not being familiar with his material already, it was difficult for me to get engaged with it since the stupid, drunken, twentysomething hipsters populating the Mission Theater saw fit to talk, and talk and talk, throughout the performance (well, at least throughout those three songs). I really don't understand the point. Obviously, I'm one of the few who didn't pay to be there. And, while he was accompanied by a band instead of solo, it's not like this was some kind of loud rock n' roll concert -- don't these idiot kids realize they're seeing a singer-songwriter? That he's crafted lyrics, not to mention lyrics that have been celebrated for their literary mojo, which he's attempting to communicate to his audience? The rudeness and self-defeating stupidity of these people boggles my mind. Oldham isn't the singer with the clearest diction around, and the not-used-to-music venue resulted in a muddy mix, so it was already a bit of a challenge to make out the words. With the added chatter, it was impossible for me to focus, so I left. I've tried to get into Will Oldham's stuff before and fallen short so far. Maybe now I'll at least have a better reference point to what he's all about when I listen to his discs in the future. I'm just glad I didn't pay for a ticket tonight. Also, it's a Sunday night -- why the hell would you wait until 11 PM to put your headliner on? Bah, humbug, kids today, etc.