|Published November 30, 2006.|
|To the group of twenty or so fifty-somethings who ruined the Los Flamencos show at Seasons Bistro Saturday night:|
Your conduct was on a par with a pack of teenagers on public transit right after school. All that pent up contempt for authority bubbling over in a riot of shrieking, laughing, and jostling other passengers. Only YOUR contempt was for, well, everyone but yourselves.
The fact that you are friends and relatives of the owner of Seasons does not mitigate your spectacularly rude behavior. How could you be oblivious to the fact that the singers gave up and sat down? That they tried to wait for your outburst to subside rather than suffer the indignity of trying to shout over you? How could you be oblivious to everyone else in the restaurant glaring at you? How could you fail to overhear any of the outraged comments directed at you during the intermission? I was astonished.
And then I learned that you considered yourselves Persons of Importance, and therefore above such bourgeois social conventions as good manners. You weren't oblivious to effects of your obnoxious behavior. You just didn't care.
Oh, and the clapping? Don't try to clap along with a flamenco group if you don't know something about the complex rhythmic structure of the music. You look like idiots.