To the woman at Daniel Lanois show on Sat nite: if the music at a show is too loud for you to talk over, consider not trying. Consider that people actually came to soak up a sublime performance, not cause they wanted to listen to you shrieking about your cupcakes, your iPod, the shit you have stuffed in your purse, and how you’re really not that nice a person deep down. Consider taking your bleating to the back of the bar, if you can’t shut the fuck up for 90 freakin minutes to listen. You know, we looked forward to this show for weeks; it was $40/ticket; everyone there was hanging on his every chord. Except you. Consider the ignorance of your loud ass.
This article appears in Oct 16-22, 2008.