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I smoke copious amounts of methamphetamines at the Bonnaroo Music Festival, by exploiting a little-known security hole that I will share with these fine forums, on Tuesday
I couldn't think of a better way to die then at the hands of my peers. Thank you for this.
Can I have your turtle afterwards? I have a 'get rich slow' scheme to train terrapins to be draft animals for container gardens. I promise to split the profits with the turtle or its estate - whatever it has set up for tax purposes.
I couldn't think of a better way to die then at the hands of my peers. Thank you for this.
Can I have your turtle afterwards? I have a 'get rich slow' scheme to train terrapins to be draft animals for container gardens. I promise to split the profits with the turtle or its estate - whatever it has set up for tax purposes.
Harry is my life turtle so I assume when one of us pass, the other will fade into nothingness along with. In the extremely unlikely event that this it not the case, I will allow this just because you remembered I have a turtle.
Can I have your turtle afterwards? I have a 'get rich slow' scheme to train terrapins to be draft animals for container gardens. I promise to split the profits with the turtle or its estate - whatever it has set up for tax purposes.
Harry is my life turtle so I assume when one of us pass, the other will fade into nothingness along with. In the extremely unlikely event that this it not the case, I will allow this just because you remembered I have a turtle.
<Busily preparing corporate documents for a limited partnership: "therefore, the party of the second part being of sound shell, mind, and body, hereby...">
Inforoo provided the chemical recipe that has been used in recent executions. Based on the the less than optimal results in recent executions, we might have to go back to the lab and change the formula.
I am glad someone mentioned that! I am taking a collapsable stool because I am onyl 5'-0" and was worried that they wouldn't let me take it into centeroo!!!
AWESOME!!! I am going to be standing on mine too.
Last year at passion pit I got stuck behind a 6'-0" dude and I was stuck looking at his ass/bakc the whole time. Too packed to move.
You are only a foot shorter than the guy, if you were staring at his ass, it's because you wanted to.
I don't mind when people try to make their way to the front. I TOTALLY mind when they stop in the middle of my group and decide to make their home there. As long as you're moving through and moving on...we're cool. Just don't expect to roll up to a show and weasel your way over to a spot that my crew and I have occupied for the entire show and crowd us. Honestly, when people do that, I think of them as amateurs...and shitheads
Post by itrainmonkeys on Jul 24, 2014 13:31:14 GMT -5
Ray LaMontagne stormed offstage and dropped some F-bombs due to people talking too much.
GRAND RAPIDS, MI – Let the debate about concert etiquette begin. Singer/songwriter Ray LaMontagne, playing in front of a sold-out audience of 1,900 at Frederik Meijer Gardens Wednesday night, chastised some concertgoers in the front row for talking during his set, refusing to play until the people left.
“Why don’t you go the (expletive) home and talk?” he spat during a vitriolic, profanity-laden diatribe at the offending party. He dropped several F-bombs, then his guitar, before storming off stage.
Security and a member of LaMontagne’s crew talked with the concertgoers, who packed up their chairs and exited as some audience members cheered. After a delay of about five minutes, LaMontagne returned to the stage and finished the show, without further acknowledgment of the incident.
LaMontagne’s tantrum was a big black eye on an otherwise strong performance. Other concertgoers were angry, either at the talkers for apparently showing a lack of respect for the quiet, acoustic number being played, or at LaMontagne for punishing all for the alleged sins of the few.
Either way, LaMontagne’s lack of grace was unseemly for a veteran artist. Part of his appeal is his passion and reverence for the art of music, and in performance, it comes across loud and clear: his show is all about the songs, which are musically strong, with no goofy banter, no frills to distract from the primary focus. He likely views the stage to be a sort of sacred place, and is protective of it – an understandable sentiment.
But concerts are social gatherings, where people drink alcoholic beverages, dance, mingle and sing along. Some are quiet and appreciative, others can be more rowdy. You expect a professional artist to play through the latter, maybe acknowledge it in a relatively polite manner, and move on. In the meantime, some of the crowd used the delay as an excuse to go home early.
To focus on one incident is unfair, considering the extraordinary concert that surrounded it. During his 105-minute, 19-song set, LaMontagne showcased a variety of tones and moods. He and his four-piece backing group veered from scratchy blues-rock to upbeat pop and gritty Americana. His voice ranged from a down-low Tom Waits rasp to a hoarse whisper to a full-bodied soulful roar, sometimes bolstered by his band’s multi-part harmonies.
LaMontagne paced the set like an emotional rollercoaster of sorts, following downbeat numbers with uptempo songs. “Supernova” and “Ojai” showcased his pop sensibilities; “She’s the One,” “Meg White” (which quotes the White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army”) and “Repo Man” rocked with beefy beats; opener “Gossip in the Grain” was a contemplative navel-gazer; “Hey Me, Hey Mama” was a danceable country-folk number, evoking strong images of rural life.
A three-song mini-set featuring just LaMontagne on guitar and harmonica and Zachariah Hickman on stand-up bass provided moments of contemplation, via “Trouble” and “Jolene.” But the singer’s eruption came at its conclusion, therefore assuring more people will be talking about his meltdown than his music, surely in direct conflict with LaMontagne’s intentions as an artist.
Support act Jenny Lewis performed a 50-minute set, culling material from her current solo project as well as her past work with indie-rockers Rilo Kiley. Lewis was most engaging when she set down her guitar and sang uptempo numbers “The Moneymaker” and “Love U Forever.” For “Acid Tongue,” her backing musicians and members of LaMontagne’s band formed a choir behind her, harmonically boosting the confessional, almost country-esque ballad.
Post by crazykittensmile on Jul 24, 2014 14:01:50 GMT -5
Concert talkers should just stay in the back, next to the bar, or out in the smoking patio. Why do these chatty wankers insist on being right up front?
Concert talkers should just stay in the back, next to the bar, or out in the smoking patio. Why do these chatty wankers insist on being right up front?
Better selfies from up front with the stage behind you.
Concert talkers should just stay in the back, next to the bar, or out in the smoking patio. Why do these chatty wankers insist on being right up front?
This. I was just saying that venues should draw a no talking line on the floor. I was at Lucius the other night and the crowd collectively told a group of people to be quiet during their encore.
Post by billybaroo on Jul 24, 2014 14:28:46 GMT -5
One one hand people pay up to hundreds and even thousands of dollars to go to concerts and to listen to the music of an artist they really like and might not get to see that often and on the other hand, you really want to tell the people next to you about the time you went to the venue where the concert is being held a few years back and you saw Robert Randolph making out with a girl in JNCO jeans.
yes!!!!!!!!! 
