Last night Liza Palmer and I went to the Hollywood Bowl and spent a perfect summer evening listening to Blitzen Trapper, Jenny Lewis, and the stunning Ray LaMontagne.
Blitzen Trapper video:
The Jenny Lewis song that changed my life, seriously:
And Ray LaMotagne, live. Which is like a religious experience. Go see him. Now.
But here's my question. Liza and I were spellbound throughout all of these performances. The music was incredible. The songs were gorgeous. We were in one of the best spots in Los Angeles, on a beautiful summer night. And all around us, people checked their phones incessantly, made loud cell phone calls, and talked to each other OVER the music. Which begs the question: why be there? Why go to all the trouble? You could get a CD or sit in Starbucks and not have to be annoyed by all that noise interfering with your conversations. Why attend a concert?
It was truly baffling.
Luckily, the show was so fantastic, we didn't really care.
Blitzen Trapper video:
The Jenny Lewis song that changed my life, seriously:
And Ray LaMotagne, live. Which is like a religious experience. Go see him. Now.
But here's my question. Liza and I were spellbound throughout all of these performances. The music was incredible. The songs were gorgeous. We were in one of the best spots in Los Angeles, on a beautiful summer night. And all around us, people checked their phones incessantly, made loud cell phone calls, and talked to each other OVER the music. Which begs the question: why be there? Why go to all the trouble? You could get a CD or sit in Starbucks and not have to be annoyed by all that noise interfering with your conversations. Why attend a concert?
It was truly baffling.
Luckily, the show was so fantastic, we didn't really care.

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I'm glad you had a good time despite the talkers ... and the last time I went to the bowl it was the same thing!! From my LJ post back then:
Last night was the Police/Elvis Costello concert at the Hollywood Bowl. I had much the same experience as Wil Wheaton had the night before. The two couples in front of us talked loudly through the whole concert. They got there late and one of the women complained that they'd missed Elvis doing "Every Day I Write the Book." Granted, the concert was supposed to start at 7:30 and Elvis actually started a few minutes EARLY. But get over it. What was lame about her talking -- the one woman was the biggest and loudest offender -- was that she was mostly talking about how much she liked this or that song. DURING said songs, for long periods, so that she couldn't HEAR the songs she liked so much for her own talking. I know she has a baby named Bradford, and that Carissa owes her for watching Riley and Chelsea, so Carissa will watch Bradford another time. And the two guys had a conversation about maybe doing a once-a-month guys' night out where one of the guys would pick a random concert and everyone would go. Woman says that they can't do it once a month; that would be too much as everyone's so busy. Because they'd want to do it on a weekend, right? The guys explain that no, they were thinking about weeknights, because everyone's already busy on the weekend. THIS WENT ON AND ON AND ON, all this talking. And you just knew there was no point in asking them to keep it down.
---Liza
You're the second person I know who went to that show and both of you said it was fantastic. So I'm jealous!
---Liza