Last night, I went to a rock concert.
That’s right, a concert. A concert is where you go and watch a band, who can actually sing and play musical instruments, perform a selection of the own original songs, unlike DJ’s who can’t sing, can’t play instruments, and stand behind a laptop the entire time.
Anyway, I went to a concert last night. Parkway Drive to be exact. They played the last of 3 sold out shows there, and I was lucky enough to be able to attend with my brother-in-law, Mat.
So, imagine this… you are gearing up for a concert where you get to go see one of the bands you love play. They might even be your favourite band. It might be the first time you’ve seen them. It might be the fifth. Regardless, you are excited and looking forward to heading to the venue.
It’s a Monday night and you have to work the next day, but that’s okay. One late night won’t kill you. Besides, it’s Parkway freaking Drive!
You arrive at the venue and immediately head to the bar. You decide to get Red Bull to so that you have a buzz, but don’t get drunk. You head to the nearest entry onto the floor and chill to the side while the support act kills it on stage.
The mosh pit is mental. There are circle pits and walls of death. People headbanging and crashing into each other. There’s drinks flying everywhere and sweaty bodies pushing there way through the crowd of people to get as close as they can to the stage.
Then, the main act comes on. The lights dim, the guitars start to rev, and Parkway Drive appear on the stage from the darkness.
The cheers go up, as do the fists. The singer shouts out a quick introduction, the music starts, and then its on. The mosh pit whips itself into a frenzy. People are jumping around. The music is so loud that it almost bursts ear drums.
And then, the phones start to rise. One by one by one, phones make there way into the air as people start to record what’s happening on stage… in the mosh… on the balcony… and not just one or two phones. There’s dozens and dozens of phones.
And you are now standing there, unable to watch the band you paid good money to see live in concert on stage. You are now watching them through the iphone screen of the people standing in front of you.
It’s okay, they’re only going to take a 30 second clip for Snapchat. Or a quick video for Instagram. 4 songs later, the phones are still in the air and your anger is rising.
Let me say this, if you are one of those people who go to a concert and the proceed to film the whole thing on your phone, you are in fact a massive asshole. Also, let me give you a tip, nobody gives two shits about your dodgy, shaky and distorted iphone footage from the Parkway Drive concert you just attended. In fact, I can almost say with certainty that you’ll probably look at the footage once, realise everything you recorded looks like shit, and will never look at it again.
When you film concerts, all you are doing is pissing the people off who are standing behind you! Live in the moment! Watch the concert you paid good money to see through your own eyes, not through your iPhone while you’re trying to record it. By doing this, I can almost 100% guarantee that everyone, yourself included, will have a much better time.
In other words… PUT THE F***ING PHONES DOWN ASSHOLES!!!
Oh yea, and by the way, I don’t have a photo of me at the concert last night to add to this post, because guess what… I LEFT MY PHONE IN MY F***ING POCKET!!!