I don’t think it’s generational - I’m 60 and I don’t have a problem with being called by my first name but it is strange when doctors/other medical staff/bank tellers do it. In a way that doesn’t feel strange when the restaurant owner/server/mechanic does it. And I can only guess that it’s because doctors I’ve been seeing for 20 years call me “Ms Lastname” and no mechanics ever have.
My daughter says my personal motto is “why do people even LIKE that?” Widely, very widely, applicable.
I hate when my boss tells me to do something that I was fixing to do anyway.
Did he kill you softly with his song? 
Yeah, first things sometimes have to be first.
I used to tell my (previous) boss I was going to do something, and he would respond - “That will be easy”.
Oh really Mr. doesn’t write code.
Yes!!! And that was a surprise I did not know. I actually looked it up on the drive home from the concert.
The lyrics were written in collaboration with Lori Lieberman after she was inspired by a Don McLean performance in late 1971.
Yeah, that’s a pretty interesting little bit of trivia! Nice one, @EinsteinsHund.
Nice!!
I “accidentally” saw Three Dog Night, 5 years back; they were playing smaller venues, and somehow I happened to see an ad for them playing in the town where my daughter lives, when I was there for a long weekend. I snagged one of the last seats available.
Naturally, we all sang along to Joy To The World (the chorus ).
We might have to start an accidental concerts thread. I once went to an Aerosmith/KISS concert having no interest whatsoever in KISS. Aerosmith was meh.
KISS rocked our faces off.
We took my mother-in-law to see them during that tour. They played a small hall near Pittsburgh. My gf drove and so me and her mom got to pregame, then have a few beers at the show. Fun time!
I remember having started a thread “Concerts you’ve been to where the supporting act upstaged the main act” or some such, but that was years ago.
Took my girls to see KISS at an outdoor festival two summers ago. I barely knew their music but they were fantastic.
My first concert was Heart warming up for the headliner KISS. Nobody cared about KISS.
It wasn’t exactly “accidental”, but I did see Jethro Tull in concert in Hamilton, Ontario, when I was in university. A friend ended up with an extra ticket when his other friend couldn’t make it at almost the last minute, so I caught the bus down to Hamilton Friday afternoon to meet him. After the concert, we missed the last bus to Toronto, and so spent the night wandering the streets of downtown Hamilton. We visited abut 10 donut shops and one very scary strip club, then got the first bus to Toronto about 5AM.
Probably the 1st or 2nd worst night I had during my university days, but I still talk about it 
Anything that’s craft anything, or artisanal, or (especially) “curated.”
Something that rubs me the wrong way and I know it’s kind of stupid (and hypocritical in an odd way) is noisy/unruly school groups on field trips on hiking trails. This past week I’ve encountered groups on trails through sequoia and redwood groves and it’s really annoying to have the peace and quiet shattered by a bunch of kids goofing off.
But…if I think about it for a second, I’m sure my friends and I were just as rowdy when we went on field trips like this many decades ago. The irony isn’t lost on me…I’ve turned into the hiking version of the “get off my lawn” guy—but in this case my lawn is a forest.
That’s a perfectly acceptable thing to be bothered by. Loud groups of school kids are annoying, and hearing all that yelling and screaming against the quiet of nature just makes it stand out even more.
I prefer to be called by my first name. I view people who insist on Mr/Mrs/Ms as being very full of themselves. There’s no reason for it in this day and age.
On the first day of class, I introduce myself to my students by saying “my name is Peter. Please call me Peter. Please DO NOT call me Mr. Gabriel, or Professor, or anything respectful like that. I prefer us to all be on a first-name basis.”
I’d say about half of them call me Mr, or professor, or whatever anyway. I used to insist on my first name when they did that, but one quarter one of my students was a kid from another culture, who’d had it instilled from his earliest days that you don’t call your elders by their first name. I kept telling him to call me by my first name, but he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. He finally settled on “Mr. Peter,” and I realized I need to let it go if students insist on calling me Mr. I still don’t like it, though. 
See, I don’t think I’m full of myself. I just prefer strangers address me as an adult rather than a child.
Just two diametrically opposed systems, both in play… I used to try addressing my students by their last names but they hated that, so I stopped. I let them call me by my first name and try not to grimace when they do… “twenty-first century, not nineteenth” is what I’m reminding myself in my head.
Music teacher?