Young, obnoxious crowd. Worst crowd I've been apart of.
I arrive at the show around 7 PM, to see on the marquee that Rodriguez is playing with them. Holy shit! Quite a pleasant surprise. Worth the ticket price alone.
I make it in to the venue just as Sixto and his band were taking the stage. Three songs in, the two boys in front of me begin to yell "Encore! Encore!." One of the boys then turns to his friend and says, "This guy fuckin' sucks." Two more boys behind me were loudly discussing basketball.
I moved.
Here, at my new spot, a person a few rows up keeps screaming the titles of Guns And Roses' songs; "Play 'Patience!' Play 'November Rain.' I'm not sure why he was doing this. It was obnoxious. During "I Wonder," a person out of the group to my right says, "This shit sounds like elevator music." He asks one of his friends, "What's this guy's name?"
His buddy says, "I think it was some Mexican name."
I Move again. The people at my next spot are talking, loudly, but at least they're not being offensive.
A few boos here and there.
Animal Collective takes the stage. The people, for the first couple of songs, remain quiet, but then, as I'd predicted, when the band hits their first ambient stretch, the conversations begin to blaze up again.
The show was sold out. At shows like this there are two types of crowd-walkers: there are the people who will hit you on the shoulder and say 'excuse me,' and there are the people who just run through the crowd knocking you and everyone as they pass, spilling your drink or whatever. The latter was there in full force.
Also in the same family as the knockers are the people attempting to get closer to the stage. They make their way through the crowd, push and push, until they get to you, until they realize this is as far as they're getting. They stop. I'd moved to the side, cramping those around me to let these people through, and they just stop. This happened three times. One time a guy and his girlfriend got into my spot, me wedged between them and the person who'd been standing next to me. The guy says to his girl, "Is this cool?" No. It is not. Three times.
My last bit of hate goes out to the fella who caught my elbow as he was passing, and spilled his beer all over my shoes. He looked up at me and said, "Watch it, dickhead!"
I said, "I'm not a dickhead."
