Jesus
that get's my click... Reminds me of an Eagles gig at the Indigo my girlfriend and I won tickets for. Apparently tickets for this gig were changing hands for a couple of grand. It was, to put it bluntly, a corporate wankathon. But it was fucking ace watching the Eagles in a tiny venue - the competition winners are going apeshit climbing the walls and singing along, we turn and-

-exactly as you discribed it. The industry deadheads were just sitting there looking at the clock on the wall and filing their proverbial nails.
( SpankyHanky, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 17:31, Reply)