I was inspired to write this post after reading this article on The Quietus. I thought I'd add my own two pennerth on talking at gigs. In short, it annoys me. It annoys me beyond belief, I think it's incredibly rude and I'd ban persistent talkers from gigs. For life. I'm not against a bit of between-song chat of the "Hey, that was good" or "They've dropped Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep from the set", but I am against that constant hubbub of chatter.
Let me give you an of example of talkers at a gig.
Last October, my wife and I went to see Martyn Ware's side project British Electric Foundation at the Sheffield Academy. Those with only a passing knowledge of electronic music know that Ware, formerly of The Human League and currently of Heaven 17, is from Sheffield. So, as you can imagine, we thought it would be a typical homecoming show with an appreciative and rapt audience rooting for the returning son. Not a bit of it. Throughout the performance we were subjected to a constant din of people stood at the bar talking. And because there's the small matter of a concert going on at the other end of the room with, you know, AMPLIFIED sounds, these alcoholic berks had to speak LOUDLY. A lot of the songs in the set were of a quiet and contemplative nature, like Heaven 17's Glenn Gregory treating us to a mesmerising performance of The Associates' Party Fears Two and BEF's keyboard player Berenice Scott's excellent version of Blondie's Picture This (BEF specialise in cover versions) but on and on they nattered. It impaired our enjoyment of the concert massively, and it wasn't the fault of the band, they were fantastic. And that's just one instance, there's many more.
Also in October, as mentioned in my last post, we saw Steven Wilson. We saw Wilson twice last year and on both occasions there was an almost complete absence of talking. I think you can put this down to two things: 1) Wilson's audience are perhaps a little more respectful of the people onstage 2) both shows were seated, so you had to be in your seat, to fully enjoy the show. Now, I'm not saying all gigs should be all seater, that would be stupid but it certainly makes you think.
I often wonder why people have gone along if all they're going to do is talk. I'm guessing that they might have accompanied people who were more enthusiastic about the performance than their chums, and if so, who are they talking to because if you really wanted to see someone you'd tell your chum to shut the fuck up. Or perhaps it comes from this thing of having to be there - "Oh yeah, we saw Bruce Springsteen do an undercover show at The Borderline" purely to impress their mates.
Anyway, sometimes, audiences, silence really is golden.
4 comments:
It's why I don't go to gigs anymore. That and every arsehole with a mobile phone thinking he's filming Woodstock, while Blackie Lawless is rocking like a bastard to an audience of arms pointing shiny objects at him. I'd be in jail by now, if I hadn't stopped.
Hello - I saw Frankie's face peering out from the side bar on another blog and had to investigate!
Then found myself nodding all the way through reading your excellent post. Experienced the same years ago at a seated gig (London Astoria if I remember rightly, Smashing Pumpkins - yeah I know, but it was a long long time ago) and couldn't believe the constant nattering going on all around, the worst I've ever known. What were they talking about? Why had they paid for tickets? - it wasn't even as if it was just to hang about round the bar in that instance. I don't understand...
I feel your pain, C. We saw Smashing Pumpkins a couple of years ago and it was natter natter natter all the way through. Plus people who insist on standing at the front and then have to keep going to the bar.
Anyway, welcome!
Sigh...don't get me started. I'll add an additional irritant if I may; the selfie. Let's talk all the way through the gig, except for the one song we know, at which point we'll push everyone out of the way to leap around at the front in a really exaggerated manner, before reconvening our chatterthon whilst posing for endless permutations of selfies with the band on stage in the background..... I'm not a violent man, but my goodness, I swear i'll snap one of these days.
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