So, let me get this straight. He’s a dumbass for liking Death Cab for Cutie, the Hip Indie Band right now. What was your reason for going again? Um, yeah, I’m failing to see much of a difference there. And how dare he stand in the place he’d waited in line to get, when there were shorter people behind him? Come on, it’s a concert. At the concerts I’ve been at, the floor is not the place for pleasantries. You get there, fight for your spot, and stick to it. If you want to be ensured a view of the band, buy a ticket in lower reserved seating. Besides, who do you think was the bigger waste of space at the concert, the guy who’s a fan and mouthed the words to the songs, or the guy who hadn’t really ever heard them before but just went because they’re, how do you say … the Hip Indie Band right now?
What is the world coming to when we can’t make fun of pretentious hipster assholes? Won’t somebody please think of the children (and the necessity of teaching them from an early age not to be hipster assholes)?
In Soviet Russia, pretentious, fedora wearing assholes fuck YOU!
My co-worker digs them, and their lead singer is in a band I had heard and enjoyed. The show was twenty minutes from my office, and so I went on a lark.
- There’s no reserve seating at the 9:30 Club
- I have no quibble with him standing at the rail - but could he take his hat off?
Well, I gave my spot at the rail to the girls who couldn’t see over him, because they were clearly way more into the band than I was (or he was). I still had a pretty good view, and I made sure that I hadn’t become the offending party - I’m pretty tall - so on balance, he’s still the bigger waste of space.
How I say? Well, I said “I took a flyer on them.” If it’s not already clear, I had no idea that they were The Hip Band until I got there; given that one of the girls there said she was into them two years ago, I’m not even sure they are still hip. I don’t really give a shit about looking cool, listening to the next cool whomever, or even being cool. I am an uptight pedantic old coot. I have turned into my father at such a tender young age that I am amazed I still know how to smile without pulling a muscle.
NOW GET OFFA MY LAWN YOU FUCKING HIPSTER KIDS!
Man Jurph you were all over this guy. His smell, his clothing, his look, his musical tastes, his minutest affectations all subject to your laser like burning focus. Do you think he felt your hot, flashing eyes all over him scrutinizing his every move, his every pretension. I think he did.
I will have to admit that wearing a hat indoors is lame.
Wearing a hat to a show that may block the view of the people behind you is doubly lame.
Great rant, Jurph.
(I swear, you can find devil’s advocates for any idiotic behaviour in the pit.)
On an inappropriate concertwear scale, I’d put wearing a hat somewhere below open toe shoes, but above wearing the T-shirt you just bought.
Hats at concerts are bad. Smelly hipsters wearing hats at concerts are asses.
Bad hipster, bad.
(Band name!)
BTW the opening act was The Stars. Should have gone to the 9:30 club tonight instead, Social Distortion is playing instead of some indie crap band.
[joke]Sorry about the hat, I’ll give it back to my grandfather. And I totally scored with those chicks when you weren’t looking. One of their boobs brushed up against me.[/joke]
Yeah, I know - my buddy from work has tickets to four (!!!) shows there this week, but I’ve got plans tonight. The Stars were pretty… okay. It was like they kept getting to the part where they were about to Rock, and then… stayed there.
Did you even ask him, y’know, to remove his hat? Or did you decide to just simmer and mumble under your breath?
:smack:
Didn’t even think of it. Swapping with the girls seemed like a more win-win situation. You’re right, though - that would be the obvious solution.
Jurph I’m with ya on the fedora thing, First it was a yuppie/boomer accessory meant to pay some twisted, bullshit homage to thier supposedly smarter, tougher, courageous fathers, and now, every alleged asshole ‘hipster’ wants to look like Al Capone’s younger cousin in a pork pie, or fedora and a sweat suit top. Idiots. The only people that need to be wearing fedoras are, in order, Indiana Jones, men who lived from between the late 20’s through the early 50’s, and old men with beards giving guided tours of safari parks. That’s it.
Death Cab? Dude, they’re as ‘indie’ as Maroon 5. I know, went on a lark, blah blah blah, but still. And as one other poster said, you ran into a pretentious asshole at an ‘indie’ concert? Who’d have thunk it?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go flog molly under my black flag while i watch high fidelity.
That woulda been my next question. But yeah, given the additional information, I think that it’s annoing he wore th ehat. Not a huge deal, but minorly, minorly annoying.
Folks who get upset over what other people are wearing are pathetic losers. In case it’s not clear, I’m looking straight at Trunk here, who seems to have popped a vein in his forehead in reading about a 20-year-old’s sartorial choice. Get a life, man.
Daniel
I know there are people out there that you can just tell are assholes. But let it go… life is too short. And on the hat thing? I like wearing hats indoors, if you don’t like it… tough.
I guess it’s good to know that some random stranger might think I’m a loser cause I mouth the words to the songs at concerts, because it makes me happy and is an expression of my enjoyment of the music.
Gives me something to laugh about as I’m walking home from the concert, you know.
(The hat thing is obnoxious, and good on you for trading with the girls so they could see better, but seriously? I mouth along with the words because I love the bands I go to see and like to enjoy them fully, and the idea that someone might think I’m some pretentious loser cause I have memorized the lyrics to the songs I enjoy is really…funny to me.)
I wore a fedora when I went to see Death Cab about a year ago.
But it wasn’t my fedora, and I’m pretty sure most people could see over me (I’m about five two).
I did sing along, though. I love Death Cab.
Jurph, what if I (instead of uberkewl hipster) was at the rail WITHOUT any hat, but I am 6’3"…would you have reacted the same?
Just wondering.
Don’t look back; you can never go back!
Hell, if I know the lyrics, I sing along, too. There were plenty of people mouthing along and even singing along. Concerts are so damn loud these days (DAMN KIDS OFFA MY LAWN &c.) it’s not going to make a difference whether you mouth or sing or whatever. It was one more piece of baggage on top of the pile. If he were singing along like he cared, or liked the band, or was enjoying himself at all, I probably wouldn’t have thought anything of the hat or his standing at the railing. He just looked so goddamn bored, even though he clearly knew all the words. Am I making any sense?
Also, Who_me - I think wearing a hat indoors is tacky and classless - probably because I was raised by an Old Coot and have become one (YOU FRAPPIN KIDS &c.). I absolutely respect your right to choose to wear a hat indoors, but there are people who will think less of you for it (e.g. whisper “Doesn’t he know better?”) and I’m one of them. Double ditto for wearing a hat while you’re eating.
Yeticus - nope. It was purely the fact that he was voluntarily wearing something for its appearance that had the unintended consequence of being an annoyance to those around them. I put it in the same category as extreme perfume in the workplace, or choosing to wear shoes which happen to mark up some floors. That its appearance was laughably bad was a bonus.