Fear & Loathing at the Tweeter Center

Ok, so when you walk up to the gate at a giant music festival put on by the local “alternative” FM station, and the PA annoucer says that your favorite band, the one you spent $70 to see, is not going to appear, you might think twice about entering… I mean, I probably could have scalped the tickets and made off with the $200+, but no, I decided it was worth it to stay.

Boy was I wrong.

I enjoyed seeing The Donnas rock out on such a big stage, and Hot Hot Heat were cool. But, Interpol.

oh Interpol…. they were sloppy and looked uninterested, as a hoard of 15-year old drugged-out South Shore-ites and 35-year old drunk-down South Shore-ites screamed out “Obstacle 1” and other song titles. Scary.

I can’ t blame them for not being into it, though– this crowd was one of the scariest I’ve ever been a part of. Everyone was violently trashed by 2pm… And I know they weren’t drinking that much in the park, because Budweisers were $7.50.

I really do think that white suburbanite teenagers are what scare me the most– but, they’re right up there with their alcoholic, abusive, white suburbanite fathers, and co-enabler, over-eating white suburbanite mothers.

But that’s me.

Why no Blur? Lame. Good thing I’m still going to Field Day… oh wait.

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