We pay to go to a live show. The crowd is excited to see the artist. You can feel it in the air. They appear on stage, plug in, start with a quiet but heartfelt acoustic number.
And 600 people keep their conversations going.
What. The. Hell. People?
Between songs, the artist makes polite but vague statements about how even with the PA, he can’t compete with all that noise.
They keep talking.
Grrrrrrr…
I like how lemon juice straight to the eyes is only problematic in your mind because other people might mistake it for something EVEN WORSE!