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Feb. 7th, 2007 12:33 pmOzzfest for $0
As a concert-goer that's excellent news. Sort of. I mean, I am sure that Ozzy's a big enough name that you'll be able to find loads of good hard core metal bands to fill a billing that charges the customers nothing. Right? ::cough::
Disregarding the quality of the music, I wonder about the overall quality of the experience for bands and fans alike. SOAD asking for $300,000 doesn't, bizarrely, seem that strange to me. I mean, that's what they ask for one show, and that is a little ridiculous since they have (aside from drugs) like no expenses when they're at a venue. That's what ticket prices cost--catering! I guess compared to huge pop stars that doens't seem like an inordinate amount of money though it clearly is. Beyond that, I must say that I stand opposed to anything that threatens to place more ads, more opportunities for conspicuous consumption, and more chances for marketing departments to foist off crappy goods/services upon a captive audience.
Last night,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlightalice told me a wonderful story about how ads once weren't allowed in subways because the commuters were the dictionary definition of a captive audience. Alas, how things have changed. We both agreed, however, that there is a dirty sense of naughty satisfaction in ripping off the outer covering of a Netflix envelope and throwing away that piece of it because they print ads even there. This is why, with few exceptions in mine own wardrobe, I despise wearing logos on my clothing. A litle Polo pony or something to let you know where it's from is pushing it, far as I'm concerned. If you buy an overpriced, anemic materialed hooded sweatshirt from American Eagle or fucking Hollister, just for the privilege of wearing their name on your tits, you are a tool. I love my sisters, but they are tools for these clothes (fucking hate Hollister; American Eagle makes okay things, but you won't see me wearing their brand on my boobs).
Enough ranting. Have a video of people dressed like Ms. Pac-Man and the ghosts from the game running all over New York City. Yes, they really are running around New York in costumes that a third grader might make better, and, yes, no one seems to notice or care. We should just be thankful that San Francisco does us one better when it comes to not giving a shit about the crazy stunts people pull (my sister informs me that it's a common method of protest to have naked bicyclers; I dunno why, nor does she, as it seems that the fact that many people no one requested go nude and do so most uncomfortably would distract from any message they hoped to send).
As a concert-goer that's excellent news. Sort of. I mean, I am sure that Ozzy's a big enough name that you'll be able to find loads of good hard core metal bands to fill a billing that charges the customers nothing. Right? ::cough::
Disregarding the quality of the music, I wonder about the overall quality of the experience for bands and fans alike. SOAD asking for $300,000 doesn't, bizarrely, seem that strange to me. I mean, that's what they ask for one show, and that is a little ridiculous since they have (aside from drugs) like no expenses when they're at a venue. That's what ticket prices cost--catering! I guess compared to huge pop stars that doens't seem like an inordinate amount of money though it clearly is. Beyond that, I must say that I stand opposed to anything that threatens to place more ads, more opportunities for conspicuous consumption, and more chances for marketing departments to foist off crappy goods/services upon a captive audience.
Last night,
moonlightalice told me a wonderful story about how ads once weren't allowed in subways because the commuters were the dictionary definition of a captive audience. Alas, how things have changed. We both agreed, however, that there is a dirty sense of naughty satisfaction in ripping off the outer covering of a Netflix envelope and throwing away that piece of it because they print ads even there. This is why, with few exceptions in mine own wardrobe, I despise wearing logos on my clothing. A litle Polo pony or something to let you know where it's from is pushing it, far as I'm concerned. If you buy an overpriced, anemic materialed hooded sweatshirt from American Eagle or fucking Hollister, just for the privilege of wearing their name on your tits, you are a tool. I love my sisters, but they are tools for these clothes (fucking hate Hollister; American Eagle makes okay things, but you won't see me wearing their brand on my boobs).Enough ranting. Have a video of people dressed like Ms. Pac-Man and the ghosts from the game running all over New York City. Yes, they really are running around New York in costumes that a third grader might make better, and, yes, no one seems to notice or care. We should just be thankful that San Francisco does us one better when it comes to not giving a shit about the crazy stunts people pull (my sister informs me that it's a common method of protest to have naked bicyclers; I dunno why, nor does she, as it seems that the fact that many people no one requested go nude and do so most uncomfortably would distract from any message they hoped to send).
