Well *blows dust off blog*, haven't been around here in a while...
For all my grand intentions to be a prolific and profound blogger, little things like real life and what not seem to have gotten in the way. And no doubt will continue to as Christmas looms (although there's the distinct possibility of demented Christmas hysteria postings), although there's a plethora of amazing gigs coming up in December, so that might get me writing a bit. And maybe some of my thoughts on Christmas films, but they might not be any more articulate or informed that the blogging equivalent of me jumping up and down, clapping like a seal and squealing "Christmas!!! CHRIIIISSSSSTMAAAAAAASSS!!!"
Anyway, getting back to the point of this post - here's my somewhat shoddily written review of the Tallest Man on Earth over at Across The Line.
It was a perfectly lovely gig, marred only (of course) by the insistence of annoying, idiotic twerps who insist on talking the whole way through gigs. It's bad enough at any sort of gig, but at something where you're talking about a dude and a guitar or piano, which requires a little bit of hush, then it just gets really bloody rude and annoying. What is the point of going to gigs and talking through them? You paid for your ticket, didn't you? You deliberately came to see this band, this isn't just some pub you stumbled into for the craic with your mates, so stop treating it like such. There is no need for anyone to be so bloody rude. And yet so many people do it.
But I don't really have the inclination to go into my usual rants on the matter, so I shall save that for another time.
