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   Yeah, I had a similar experience in San Diego, then one of the standup   
   shmucks actually shows up here and  posts insults andf threats.   
      
   Of course that only proved what a loser he was, I sorta felt bad for   
   him.   
      
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   On Sat, 19 Aug 2006 22:49:49 -0400, "Dan DuBray"    
   wrote:   
      
   >Sunday night (8/13), my wife and I took another couple to see the MM/SD show   
   >at Nissan Pavilion, Bristow (Suburban DC), VA.  The venue did the obligatory   
   >'upgrade' of lawn seats for $10 each because the house was somewhat sparse.   
   >Eventually, the shed mostly filled up for the show and the lawn was   
   >scattered with a few remaining squatters who were afraid to pay the fee.   
   >We'd reserved near row seats in the house on day-of-sale.  It was my fourth   
   >show, my wife's third and the guest couple's first.  It was too confusing,   
   >however, for the Washington Post which did not deign us with a review.   
   >Instead, we got Bela Fleck at Wolf Trap...who doesn't appear every THREE   
   >years...he comes every year now.  Go figure.   
   >   
   >The bad vibe at the VA show is a kissin' cousin of the same issue that   
   >cropped up in the earlier thread that developed from the VERY KIND posting   
   >of audio clips from the Atlanta show -- a wonderful act by a patron of this   
   >group.  A wonderful act of altruism, indeed.  Much more so than, say, 1)   
   >buzzsawing into the thread with bad manners and limited vocabulary to rant   
   >and rave about an apparent inability to work through the modest effort   
   >necessary to obtain aforementioned sound clips and 2) not taking any effort   
   >whatsoever to have the FORETHOUGHT or PRESENCE OF MIND to collect clips of   
   >their own, and STOP PLAYING ONLINE POKER long enough to follow through and   
   >post them as a nice response for the group.  But, as Steve Martin once said,   
   >"Noooooooooo", we had to SPOIL IT FOR EVERYONE!   
   >   
   >Ahem.   
   >   
   >Where was I?  Of course, in Virginia.  I was there to listen to the   
   >show...which brings me back to...   
   >   
   >THE BAD VIBE   
   >   
   >In our section, from some wonderful seats, we got to witness the witless   
   >dumbass who had apparently consumed Cuervo Gold all afternoon as some sort   
   >of twisted paean to Walt/Don.  In this drunken stupor, he proceeded to stand   
   >up throughout the show, clueless to the fact that his fat ass with its   
   >ill-fitting clothing was blocking the view of everyone behind him.  Perhaps   
   >he didn't see everyone.  Understandable, because of the wraparound cheap   
   >sunglasses that he must have thought made him look 40 pounds thinner or   
   >helped to conceal his by-now-all-too-obvious bloodshot eyes even in   
   >now-darkness of the venue.  Perhaps the shades had an impact on his hearing   
   >or helped conceal that he in many ways stood as yet another example of how   
   >Natural Selection so frequently fails us all.  Throughout the show this   
   >dolt, his fawning date, and another inebriated couple with them decided that   
   >their concert attendance required them to yammer on to each other through   
   >most every song, particularly ones with more limited dynamic range and   
   >nuance.  They were yammering when the sat, yammering when they stood,   
   >yammering when one stood and others sat -- it was atrocious.  The people   
   >directly behind us were yammering too, especially during MM...but they   
   >finally settled down.  The real wild boors, however, were two rows in front   
   >and in full bloom; no amount of brilliance from the stage or coaxing from   
   >the crowd could shake sense into them.   
   >   
   >Finally, during "Deacon Blues", the older gentleman behind them had a belly   
   >full of it.  And who could blame him?  He asked them to please shut the hell   
   >up...to which fat sunglasses guy responded by turning around and grabbing at   
   >the man's face and holding onto his ear.  In most jurisdictions, I think,   
   >that's assault.  The guy who was easily 30 years older than this rube could   
   >hold his own and didn't need my help but at least one witness to this got   
   >up, flagged down security and complained.  Meanwhile the verbal jousting   
   >started anew.  Older guy told him to turn around and listen to the show.   
   >Fat Bastard turned around and grabbed at him again.   
   >   
   >At this point, a yellow coated security guard slowly came up the aisle and   
   >motioned for Mr. Ray Ban Pork Rind to come with him. He was taken around the   
   >apron off stage right.  This was taken as an affront by  fawning date gal,   
   >who spun around and hurled insults at the older gentleman (and his lovely   
   >wife) who had been assaulted.  Then, with a stream of   
   >drunken-prom-date-after-the-eventual-dumping tears in her eyes, she too went   
   >off to join the backstage melee.  (Don was singing: "...I want a name when I   
   >lose...they call Alabama the 'Crimson Tide'...")  It was incredibly stupid   
   >but not nearly as stupid as security's decision to send these people BACK TO   
   >THEIR ORIGINAL SEATS for the rest of the show.  Now, emboldened, they spent   
   >the rest of the entire night standing, with arms frequently entwined,   
   >blocking the view of everyone behind them, exchanging knowing glances with   
   >each other and sometimes turning and smiling at the seated, older couple now   
   >staring straight ahead.  Then, there were the grotesque soul-kisses that   
   >harkened back to the lizards in Hunter Thompson's blurred vision of a Las   
   >Vegas cocktail lounge.  Others seated nearby this scene seemed so horrified   
   >by the turn of events that, late in the show, they offered the older couple   
   >now-vacant seats with a clearer view, which they politely declined.   
   >   
   >The moral of the story?  As Bruce Cockburn once sang: "If I had a rocket   
   >launcher, some son-of-a-bitch would die."  More precisely, I wish that after   
   >the show Sunday night, those four assholes drove their car off I-66 into a   
   >ditch and were eaten by fire ants.   
   >   
   >How can people not get the vibe of this music and just ride the torpedo into   
   >the waves?  What do they possibly have to say that any one of them or us   
   >needs to hear above the sound of Walter Becker and Donald Fagen playing   
   >live -- an occurrence that, these days, is about as rare and fine as it   
   >gets?   
   >   
   >Woody Allen says in the new movie, 'Scoop', that he was raised in the Hebrew   
   >'persuasion' but "converted to narcissism".  It's a hilarious line but it   
   >seems to be truer than you'd think.   
   >   
   >Well, there it is.  I feel better now.   
   >   
   >It was a great show.  Really.  Wish you could have been there...but not   
   >exactly where I was sitting.   
   >   
   >Dan   
   >   
   >P.S.: Loved Don's bright white Adidas with the head-to-toe black outfit.   
   >They were bad sneakers, all right.   
   >   
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