The gripes of the gigging nation
We’ve all been there. It’s a gig which we’ve been looking forward to for weeks. As the lights go down and the packed venue begins to roar, there’s a palatable buzz of anticipation in the air. Then, on cue, something …
We’ve all been there. It’s a gig which we’ve been looking forward to for weeks. As the lights go down and the packed venue begins to roar, there’s a palatable buzz of anticipation in the air.
Then, on cue, something happens which completely ruins the night – and it doesn’t happen onstage.
Instead, it’s someone in the audience. Not you or me because we’re exemplary gig-goers, but someone else in the room at the same time just doing something which drives everyone else nuts.
In Ireland, the number one cause of gig-going angst is other members of the audience chatting through a gig. They’ve also paid good money for their tickets but, instead of watching the act onstage like the rest of the audience, they’ve having a good chinwag with their pal about some cat video they saw on YouTube or something they read on Facebook. This subject matter is infinitely more important and entertaining to them than what’s happening onstage. Sometimes, it is, but that’s still no excuse.
For a past-time which is supposed to be entertaining, gig-going produces an inordinate amount of complaints. Poll any group of regular gig-goers about annoying stuff which happens in venues and there will be a long, long list.
It will probably include people poking their elbows into your face as they film the show on their phones, the lad who thinks it’s a good idea to bring his largest rugsack to the gig and the girl who decides to drunkenly – and unfunnily – heckle the act onstage. As well as the anti-talking faction, there will also be a brigade who have no time for people who spend the gig angrily hissing “shhh”.
Please feel free to add your own favourites to the list.