One more for the coaster collection
I love live music, and preferably in a small venue rather than in stadia, the O2 etc, where one is often behind a load of braying twunts and any semblance of atmosphere is lost. Anyway.

Often by the end of the night, I'll be pissed and so any semblance of critical faculties have been lost. Women who look like Alan Sugar in drag are coquettish sex sirens; landlords who have been miserable bastards all night are suddenly wonderfully hospitable; a kebab seems like a great option and why don't I ask those brain-dead twats I've been ignoring all night back to mine to drink me out of house and home and smoke all my gear.

It's in that condition that when the band say "we've got some CDs on sale" that I part with often up to a tenner for what I'm sure (at the time) will be an essential addition to my music collection.

And somehow, just as the kebab turns to dogmeat inside me as I sleep, the "friends" I made reveal themselves as odious twats and the sex-goddess is only vaguely recognisable as human the next day, the CD turns out to be utter, utter shite.

Supporting small bands is not a bad thing to do; just Never Buy the CD. Ever.
(TheImmortalJenkins, Fri 31 Dec 2010, 11:24, 2 replies)

This is true
It also gets a click for stadia rather than stadiums
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 31 Dec 2010, 11:34, closed)

Very true dat
I once saw Jim Lampi demonstrating his skills at playing the stick (essentially a bodiless guitar played a bit like a keyboard) outside a music shop in London, going through some Quincy Jones, some Henri Mancini and some other stuff I liked.

The CD I bought on the spot turned out to be an hour's worth of New Age, ambient fusion jazz bollocks written by Mr. Lampi himself, and totally unlistenable.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 31 Dec 2010, 13:49, closed)