But it’s impossible to meet just one hipster. They move in packs. And the packs move in larger herds. It’s like an army of fucking doofuses.
And their women. Their women are very ugly and only try to make themselves more so. “Oh where did you find that?” she says, her voice reaching the highest registers. “I used to have a pair of boots like that. I found them in the dumpster. omigod! omiomiomugod! Can someone get me another Rolling Rock?”
And they don’t take their backpacks/purses/messenger bags off. Ever.
It’s not really the fact that they are hipsters it was seeing 2000 people in the same public place all pretty much dressed and acting exactly the same. My friend who came with me thought he saw another friend of ours who is a hipster a couple of times.
Hipster is just a general term I use. It’s doesn’t really define a particular group. Just thought I would put that out there.
I’m not trying to be snippy here, but like others responding to your thread, I’m just trying to wrap my mind around what 2000 some odd people could have been doing, wearing and saying that is so annoying as to label them all with the same thing, particularly given your OP, in which they seemed to be at least dressed diffrerently.
I mean, I’m not a huge fan of crowds either, but I"m just trying to figure out what thing(s) specifically they were doing that got them named as “hipsters” (ftr, I don’t really know what that word means, other than from my own long ago youth, when it dealt more with older people who wore open shirts and gold chains, or those who didn’t know it was no longer beatnik land out there).
No wonder nobody was moving. If I were at this show, I’d be bored to fucking tears. Give me Bad Religion any day. Or just come to one of my little local shows.
Orlando has the opposite problems. In venues hosted by the radio clearchannel stations, they also do station tie-ins and when that happens, count on about a %50 chance of drunk teenagers who got free tickets coming in and trying to start a mosh pit if everyone else wants to or not.
I mean, I’ll jump around with everyone if they’re in the mood, especially on songs I like, but you don’t have to turn medium-paced rock ballads into slam dances. And if you’re not jumping in rhythm, get lost: even if you don’t mean to brush into me, you will if you’re not in the rhythm (I’m talking not even on the downbeat, more like in between beats.)
Thankfully, this is under control for one group in particular: Dashboard Confessional. 2 of the past 3 shows I’ve been at for them, their opening acts were again turned into a shove-fest…which made sense in that case actually since most of them were mosh-worthy. But the Dashboard junkies threatened to break out the whoop-ass if any of that happened on their act (I even got into it a little.)
But even that wasn’t as bad as, if I may digress, what I saw at the opening acts for Something Corporate. Now, not only was it, this time, clearly and without a doubt only 2 or 3 drunk troublemakers running into people who were just listening to the music, but the quiet people had their share of disgrace during one of the opening acts.
Seems the band wasn’t cool enough for a group of them, so they decided to sit down in the middle of the concert floor and mope. Group of 15-20 people just sitting on the floor occasionally catcalling the band (but not very often.) Now that’s some wannabe hipsters!
Ohmigod! Ohmigod! The Blue Meanies are playing at the Metro in a few weeks and I wasn’t notified?
*::Googles Blue Meanies::
::finds weird UK cover band::
::is confused::
::finds real Blue Meanies site::*
Aha, December 23rd. I hope to be there.
Believe me, I’m pissed about missing FF. They always come to Chicago at times when it’s just impossible for me to go back home and see them. Give me 2000 hipsters any day, I’ll be happy just to hear Franz. But yeah…FF and The Hives… what did you expect the crowd to be like? (I haven’t heard of Snow Patrol because I am painfully unhip, but I prefer it this way.)
As for the response to the fashion-based part of your rant, I’ll defer to Already In Use because he dresses the coolest I’ve seen anyone my age dress.
Ahh…the dreaded emo style. I ahte it sooooo much! Well, not so much the stlye, as much as the attutude of a lot of people who wear the style (aka, the actual emo people.)
“Look at me…I’m so fucking emo, but I don’t care, cause I’m emo. I’m amazingly cool, but I wish I wasn’t, cause I’m so emo. Man, I wish it was like before, when only real emo were emo, not all these fakers pretending to be emo to be cool, when the whole point of emo is to not care that you;re cool. Man, I’m so emo.”
What I wouldn’t give to take 20 of those hipsters to a Hatebreed show. The only way to stay out of that mosh pit is to stay at least 4 blocks away from the venue.
I don’t understand mosh pits. When I’m at a concert I like to enjoy the music, not constantly fear for my life and safety. (I’m petite and a total wuss.)
Well the difference is in the “classic” mosh pit which I doubt you see anymore. Nowadays it’s just stupid morons wildly flailing their arms. In my time, any person pulling stupid shit or trying to deliberately trying to cripple someone was usually leveled themselves. I’m 31 now, but “back in the day” (a few years ago ) pits weren’t really as dangerous as they seemed. You usually figured out your surroundings and as long as you stayed on the beat you were ok. So if someone was swinging their arm to the beat, and you were head bobbing to the beat, you would just time it so they always missed you. It was like you occupied the same space but used it at different times. Also if you fell down you had about 10 people yank you back up in 2 secs. It was more about fun and respect, now it’s about not being loved by your mother or something.
Thats funny as hell. All the things on the bingo board were at the show. I am not kidding at all. There was even a whole crew of uber-hot asains too. I am currently shaking with laughter at how accurate and sad that bingo thing is.
) pits weren’t really as dangerous as they seemed. You usually figured out your surroundings and as long as you stayed on the beat you were ok. So if someone was swinging their arm to the beat, and you were head bobbing to the beat, you would just time it so they always missed you. It was like you occupied the same space but used it at different times. Also if you fell down you had about 10 people yank you back up in 2 secs. It was more about fun and respect, now it’s about not being loved by your mother or something.