Times you have made an ass out of yourself irl with music

The club should have said something when you handed over your ticket.

Yeah, I thought that too! I made a sort of faltering attempt to ask for my money back and they were considering it, weighing the fact that I'd stayed through the whole show, but I felt so mortified I didn't feel like lingering to pursue it.

Funny story, Federico Boswarlos!

Me: walked down to a local venue one night, around ten years ago, to see the Magic Markers. They were touring the western United States, playing songs from the album Boss. Lee Ranaldo produced the album and played guitar on two or three songs. I was sort of a huge SY fan, beginning around 1996, gradually losing interest after Rather Ripped, but still keeping up on them. I arrived at the venue (Urban Lounge, in Salt Lake City), and I was kind of lit up/ripped. As MM were setting up, primed to begin, I walked up to the stage and yelled "Where's Lee!!??" (asshole) ... The band started playing and the front-woman, Elisa Ambrogio, announced "Hey we're the Magick Markers, we're a Sonic Youth cover band" (pissed off) ... I was standing up front, center stage, and she had sort of singled me out.. uttering a few expletives (can't recall), like "Go fuck yourself", "Suck my dick", etc. and she flipped me off. Their performance was pretty badass--lean songs, no frills, raw, drone-y, w/serious / disinterested demeanor, even sy-like. Afterwards, I approached Elisa, apologised, and we ended up chatting it up / best buds for the remainder of the show.

That was sort of just the beginning / probably 20% of the evening, as I met some kids at the bar, then walked to a house with a practice space in the basement, and spent the rest of the evening out on the porch, drinking and talking about music, listening to some people play this raw (remarkable!), Rhodes-driven funk in the basement. I ended up losing my digital camera and losing control of my bowels on the walk home. I found a large tree that was sort of obscured (from the street light) by an apartment building, dropped my trousers, and leaned my back into the tree, 'sitting' against it .... When I got home I crumpled up my jeans and threw them in the garbage can, before going inside. It was a long, fucked up (and excessive), weird night.

lol i was gonna say i had a neighbor like that during the 1 year i lived in a college dorm who listened to songs on repeat and i had to ask him to stop.
songs included:
Sarah McLachlan "Possession"
Corey Hart "Sunglasses at Night"
Depeche Mode "Personal Jesus"

we slept separated only by a cinderblock wall
i thought i was going to lose my mind

― weird woman in a bar (La Lechera)

That’s a solid choice of songs though, I wouldn’t mind hearing them frequently

Funny story, Federico Boswarlos!

Me: walked down to a local venue one night, around ten years ago, to see the Magic Markers. They were touring the western United States, playing songs from the album Boss. Lee Ranaldo produced the album and played guitar on two or three songs. I was sort of a huge SY fan, beginning around 1996, gradually losing interest after Rather Ripped, but still keeping up on them. I arrived at the venue (Urban Lounge, in Salt Lake City), and I was kind of lit up/ripped. As MM were setting up, primed to begin, I walked up to the stage and yelled "Where's Lee!!??" (asshole) ... The band started playing and the front-woman, Elisa Ambrogio, announced "Hey we're the Magick Markers, we're a Sonic Youth cover band" (pissed off) ... I was standing up front, center stage, and she had sort of singled me out.. uttering a few expletives (can't recall), like "Go fuck yourself", "Suck my dick", etc. and she flipped me off. Their performance was pretty badass--lean songs, no frills, raw, drone-y, w/serious / disinterested demeanor, even sy-like. Afterwards, I approached Elisa, apologised, and we ended up chatting it up / best buds for the remainder of the show.

That was sort of just the beginning / probably 20% of the evening, as I met some kids at the bar, then walked to a house with a practice space in the basement, and spent the rest of the evening out on the porch, drinking and talking about music, listening to some people play this raw (remarkable!), Rhodes-driven funk in the basement. I ended up losing my digital camera and losing control of my bowels on the walk home. I found a large tree that was sort of obscured (from the street light) by an apartment building, dropped my trousers, and leaned my back into the tree, 'sitting' against it .... When I got home I crumpled up my jeans and threw them in the garbage can, before going inside. It was a long, fucked up (and excessive), weird night.

― braunld (Lowell N. Behold'n)

This sounds like a fun night. I’m too old to get invited to strangers parties anymore, it sucks.

Here’s a shameful music-related story I do remember though:

Living in Mexico city, a nearby bar/music venue had “botellita de jerez” playing live that night and I had nothing better to do so I went there.

Brief interlude: I assume most of you have no idea who are Botellita de Jerez. They’re a sort of cult band from mexico, popular in the underground scene in the 80’s and 90’s (here’s their wikipedia article https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botellita_de_Jerez )

I get there and I see a biker looking man and his biker looking friends smoking outside the club and I need a light so I approach them. Just as I was about to ask for the lighter one of them interrupts me “hey do you have any marihuana cigarettes over there?” I smile awkwardly “No, sorry. Hey do you know when Botellita de Jerez start playing?” One of his friends tells me “sorry you’re late they already finished the show!” Bummer... we start talking and I find out that the bar has a weird schedule... they have bands play early as a pre-drinks thing and then the bar becomes more of a club with djs.
I finish my cigarette and he tells me “ah don’t worry about missing them, if you live in the city you’ll eventually get a chance to see them” I shrug “I don’t know, I don’t really like their music, I just came because I live around the block” one of them laughs “why don’t you like them?” I apologize “sorry, you’re probably fans of the band but I think of them as comedy rock and they’re not particularly good at comedy or at rock for the matter” they all laugh, he says “well you’re right, they are terrible” they finish their cigarettes, wave me goodbye and get in a cab.

A friend that saw the show appeared out of nowhere and greets me overtly excited “hey! Did you like their show!? It was crazy fun”. I explained I had just arrived had no idea the main band started so early. He says “Oh well! At least you got to share a cigarette and talk for a while with them!”

haha, classic

loved frederic boswarlos' story

I did also once interrupt MC Hammer in the middle of a speech in 2009, where he started a chant that went

"I AM" - crowd: "Hammer"!

and on the third time, screamed "broke!", and the crowd around me erupted. the only time I've ever heckled at a show, mostly cos he was putting in a garbage performance, half-assed

― fuck the NRA (Neanderthal), Tuesday, August 28, 2018 12:37 PM (three weeks ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

So many questions about this, but expecting an MC Hammer show in 2009 to be anything other than half-assed seems a bit too much to hope for maybe?

They’re a sort of cult band from mexico, popular in the underground scene in the 80’s and 90’s (here’s their wikipedia article https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botellita_de_Jerez )

I gotta hear "Abuelita de Batman"...

(...it's not as good as I thought it'd be)

That’s pretty much the Botellita de Jerez experience. Cafe Tacvba did make a great cover of Alarmala de Tos though.

Yeah I asked my wife if she knew the band, she said no, but then she noted the CT cover (she's a fan)

When my boy started pre-school, about 10 years ago, he had two teachers - one called Mrs King and Mrs Tubby. I was so stunned and elated I made a point of talking to them about it when I picked him up and just got a lot of side-eye and rictus smiles.

That's Mesdames King & Tubby making asses of themselves if you ask me. Although I'm guessing they didn't exactly come across as heavyweight dub fans?

They acted as if I was speaking another language. Alas.

Not really for this thread but remembered now the time in '03 when Memphis Bleek hit me in his car on Prince St. in SoHo. I was not hurt and said something like, "No worries, Bleek. I'm fine." He looked freaked out.

Memph Bleek bad at driving that car car car

a long time ago, on another messageboard far, far away, i was talking about how i liked PJ Harvey and someone else kept agreeing and saying how much they liked "him". "he" and "him", a few different times, until i mentioned the obvious. they blamed it on typos but it was kind of a clear case of someone making an ass out of themselves imo

man i hated 54-40 for so many years (like 20) until i heard a song on the radio, enjoyed it, realized it was them and felt like a turd

Did you go get one?