This is really hard for me to say...ah geez...how disappointing this show was. I can't believe I even said it, never thought I would. I means...Clarence Greenwood could be by far the most beautiful thing ever to look at for a few hours and his lyrics are just amazing, however damn,the vibe was just way off.
To start, who the eff ever thought it was a good idea to put seats in the TLA. Horrible. Horrible Idea. I always loved that you could just roam free and do as you please at this venue. I dunno, it was supposed to be an "intimate evening with Citizen Cope," but I think this was just plain dumb. I get he wanted to play a more of low key show, but this shit was just, sorry to say, lame. A more appropriate title would have been, "a quiet evening with Clarence Greenwood."
Apparently I missed the memo at the door, stating "No Dancing, No Standing, No Talking, No Fun Allowed....Just come on in and pay $7 a beer." And the rejects that were at this show, gosh where did they come from? This one lady, I'll call her 'Herp Face' had serious issues. Upon snagging some good seats I noticed Herp Face was feeling good. She was swaying her head in all sorts of tripped out loviness for Mr. Greenwood. I was down with it. Apparently, her meth wore off and she started to spiral into a quick angry withdraw phase. At one point Meg mentioned to me that she would gladly grab Cope's attention only to, as a good friend would do, pass him off to me. Cause she's married you know and that's what couples who actually love each other do. Next thing you know Herp face is giving us the stink eye. I thought maybe she was upset cause Meg was not offering her, however, we soon found out this was not the case. Herp face continued to turn around, with her funk nasty disease all up in our face, and stare like something was seriously wrong. Now...side note...if I ever had herpes this bad, I would not leave the house, let alone stare at someone for more than .002 millisec. I'm doing this bitch justice by not even getting into her mullet tail. For reals. Anyway, she then got up and went and tattle tailed (no pun intended) to the security guard. Next thing you know the guard told us that if he heard us "talking" again he would have to ask us to leave the show. Leave the show? For what? Talking? I don't get it...I didn't know you weren't allowed to talk at concerts.
Meg insisted that I woop her ass, like I typically would. However, in attempts to keep my much more mature nature these days, I decided a better idea would be to just move seats. Meg was clearly disappointed in my decision and decided to take Jaclyn up on her offer to go steam cigs in the handicap bathroom just like high school days. Now...I sat behind a nice couple including a beautiful girl from France. At one point in between songs she screamed, "I'm from France and I love you!" Apparently, there was a group of rude Americans who decided it was appropriate to turn around and tell her that maybe she should shut up and shave her nasty arm pits. What the eff is wrong with people? Why would you ever say this to someone? Ugghhh, at this point I was disgusted with everyone in this joint. Get me a beer puhlease...or better idea get me outta here.
So with the encore playing we decided it was time to skip out. Putting all my bitching aside, I have to say I did have a great time at the show with Meg and my sis. It's never a dull moment with us. I laughed pretty much all night, which is all that really matters. We've seen Cope together a bunch of times and we could not let the lame ass vibe ruin our time. Plus, tix were free thanks to Chris...who rocks! Thank you thank you thank you.
Maybe next time Cope. Until then...you are still gorgeous in my book.
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