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Thursday, November 12, 2009
So I go out to Halifax's oldest pub and to see some live music. It was a Tuesday night.
I'm amazed at how stuck up the audience was. It basically went like this:
Four increasingly tedious, maudlin, disingenuous, hat-wearin-hipster-cowboy-wannabes get up one after the other and play sets of songs that sound basically indentical and the place responds like like they've just seen Dylan or The Band.
Then an actual (good) rock and roll band plays and the place acts like they're at a funeral. WTF? Even the singer called them out on it.
I've been to so many shows lately hoping to see something lively, gut smacking and original. No dice. Seriously, I know you guys all want to be on The Playlist in the afternoon but enough with the recycled folk/country.Oh, and be nice!----cowboy patrol
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