I paid my 50 bucks. Just play your set. Your whole set.Enough with the cliché rock ‘n roll rigmarole of making us chant your stupid name while the lights are out in hopes that you’ll finish with your best songs. Shouldn’t you just be playing them anyway?This ain’t 1975 and you ain’t Peter Frampton. You’re not even Bad Co.
If you think we need to meet your egomaniacal expectations of incessant cheering to pry you off the smelly backstage couch, remember there are about 10 million bands on MySpace who would play for seven hours for free to a room full of dying swine flu victims these days in hopes of selling just a few thousand records.
Just for this, I’m uploading all your discs to illegal download sites.
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3 comments:
You didn't really pay $50 to see anyone right? Maybe John Lennon strumming the acousty while Len Bias' coke skeleton played against my 20 year old dad in a game of one on one on the moon. That's about it.
ha. i've seen local bands do encores. a local band!! doing a fucking encore!
Fortunately, not since my pre-journo, plus-one days . . .
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