Evil hijack about talking during concerts.
In college, a friend of mine booked concerts for a small “jazz” type club in the college union. Her last semester, she pulled out the stops, getting the bands she wanted to see, regardless of format. Things came to a head when she booked the Melvins. This was, I think 91? Anyway. They brought their own sound system. Skipped the club’s altogether and used theirs. And it was loud. LOUD. LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD. Going outside this building with three-foot-thick walls to get some relief and you could still understand the lyrics. Painfully, wonderfully loud. And getting louder with every song.
The manager (not my friend) becomes increasingly annoyed, and walks up on stage, mid song, and whispers, no, SHOUTS, in the bassist’s ear. The bass player walks over to Buzz and shouts in his ear. He cuts the song short, and annouces “We’ve just been informed that if we don’t turn it down, we’re not getting paid. And man, I can’t afford not to get paid. So…(to the other two)…quieter! Quieter! No, quieter!” They keep turning their instruments down. The drummer keeps playing softer. It’s not enough “Goddamn it! Quiet! Quieter!” The drummer is barely tapping, the bass is almost completely off. Buzz whispers the lyrics. The audience chatters.
The song ends, and Buzz starts on the crowd “Goddamn it people! I heard you talking through that whole song! Now shut the helll up!”. Since they were only twenty minutes into their set, most assumed it was a short term joke. It wasn’t. They played the rest of their set at a volume just below quiet conversation. Half the crowd was supremely pissed, the other half (me included) thought it was the funniest thing we’d ever paid five bucks to see, and loved it. We clapped and cheered quietly between songs.