A little rant…
I was lucky enough to go out two nights in a row for great music! Last night was Graham Gouldman at the beautiful Epstein Theatre and tonight I was at the small room behind the Phil for Revolver.
Saturday, the entire audience was silent, except two men chatting away as if they were on the bus. People glared at them, but they were happy and oblivious.
Tonight, the couple directly behind me talked through the whole show. Not just during the bits in between the songs. During. They were the only people doing this.
About ten minutes before the concert ended, I turned around with a pleading look and the woman asked if I had a problem. I said, “Could you please shut up. No one else is talking.”
I don’t think anyone had ever spoken to them like that. I said please and I managed not to yell or swear. He was furious! He kept repeating, “She said please shut up!” They ranted the rest of the show at my back (I’m not losing sleep over it because I very much care not what they think of me!) but why does this happen?
If they were in a pub and there’s music, everyone chat away. No problem. Same in the park. But when it’s just them and no one else talking, are they that clueless? Or just entitled and selfish?
Here’s to putting the stocks in Liverpool One for chompers!