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Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Fri May 22, 2015 1:57 pm
by alister prince
In his review of Boubacar Traore' gig Adam commented on sections of the crowd talking throughout the performance. It's endemic, at the She Keeps Bees gig I went to last week (standing) there was a crowd who sat on the floor (so couldn't see anything) and shouted a 'conversation' throughout. The band were pretty loud so the shouting was intense. At KoKo a while back two large gangs of souters yelled their way through Eliza Carthy and Tinariwen. These are a couple of examples amongst dozens. I don't care if the punters are stupid enough to be glued to their devices throughout; it's their choice to buy a ticket and ignore the show. I do care when everybody's pleasure is diminished by selfish shouters who could save a lot of grief by going to the pub instead. Also it's a gross insult to the performers - we don't have to sit reverentially, but the shouter's are basically saying 'fuck you'...
Aly

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Fri May 22, 2015 3:22 pm
by NormanD
I am in full agreement here, Aly. Even though we are both fully paid-up members of The Shout Collective.

I did once behave in somewhat of a Tony Soprano fashion at a Mose Allison gig. I evil-eyed one of the noise makers at the next table and drew a finger across my lips to denote "zip it". I then wagged my finger once. It worked. I was not proud of frightening a loud-mouth drunk, but it worked.

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Fri May 22, 2015 9:58 pm
by David Flower
I had the opposite experience this week in a fairly busy lunchtime restaurant. It was too noisy for relaxed chat because the music, inappropriately clubby, was making everyone talk at the tops of their voices. So i politely asked the waitress if it could be turned down. Within seconds the whole place had normalised and talked normally , which is what everyone was there to do. And eat. They weren't there to listen to music which was probably for the staff's benefit.

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:12 am
by will vine
We are four truck drivers parked alongside each other, the backs of the trucks open for work and each with speakers in the back. It is music while you work. At on end a headbanging heavy metal cd is blaring. I'm at the other end. I could be listening to anything. In between it's permanently 1974 on one truck and a consumer programme on Radio Local on the other. Within the four walls of our own truck we can hear what we want but once outside, and for anyone passing - a hideous grotesque cacophony. How come, in the words of George Carlin, everyone else's stuff is shit, and your shit is stuff?
I know this goes slightly off the point but.............just thought I'd throw it in. I'm fully sympathetic to the problem of other people's noise, just surprised there isn't an app. to fix it.

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:49 am
by alister prince
Yes Will, an app would be good. Ironically we'd have to turn to a device to sort out the problem; thus aligning us to screen addicts... Hey ho. Other people's noise is like other people's farts, they revel in it, you recoil. It's the selfishness and disrespect that gets my goat. And again I ask, why bother to buy a ticket; is it just to say you were there?
Aly

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Sat May 23, 2015 12:07 pm
by NormanD
alister prince wrote:And again I ask, why bother to buy a ticket; is it just to say you were there?
You were only there if you have filmed it on your mobile - which might be the next post: " Turn that effing phone off!"

Re: Hush Your Mouth

PostPosted: Sat May 23, 2015 2:32 pm
by Jamie Renton
will vine wrote:four truck drivers


That sounds like something from a Two Ronnies sketch Will.

At the Green Note in Camden last night for the West African Blues Project pre-album launch party, we were reminded that we were in a music venue and asked to put our phones on silent and not ruin the appreciation of those around us by making noise. In the past, I've seen bar staff shush people who insist on chatting through the quiet bits.

The only noise last night was from some so-called "DJ" rattling his CD decks as he tried to line up the right tune to play straight after the live sets finished (there's always one, eh?)