A few weeks ago, I went (finally!) to see Greg Gillis aka Girl Talk. It was at a venue called Gravity that I’d never been to, but when I walked in you could feel the electric charge throughout the place.
There were opening acts, of course, and I admit to getting the chills when one of them yelled out, “Next we have yet another act that isn’t mother-fucking Girl Talk, but he’ll be on soon!” The whole crowd went crazy!
When Gillis did take the stage there was a huge line formed of people waiting to jump onto the stage with him. My friend, just hopped on over the “cord line” that was separating the stage area from the fans and ran onto the stage with some others. Me, on the other hand, weren’t quite as quick and ready as she. By the time I was going to do it, I was of course being watched.
So, after security let so many people on the stage, they held us back and said after 2 songs they’d let more through. In this process, I tried to weasel my way up there by being honest and nice (note: It doesn’t work). I told them my friend was up there by herself, could they just let me through?! Nope. Nada. Not even a touch of sympathy.
Instead, I had some young teenage girl all up in my grill. She was completely rude for no reason and I explained that I was just trying to move up closer so I could get to my friend soon. “Um…no…you’re not,” she huffs. “Excuse me?” “No, these are ALL of my friends right here.”
Ooooooooooookay. I left it alone knowing that she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. And this was definitely not a time or place for attitude. So, while waiting I befriended another girl that noticed the bitchy too young to know girl and said, “Ugh, some people just don’t understand that it’s all about the music…not them.”
HALLELUJAH!!!!! Damn right!!! I was happy to finally be next to someone like-minded. While we stood there, another person suggested we break through the “corded line” of security and just all rush through onto the stage. Almost happened…but none of us took that extra step to make it happen.
Soon, I saw my friend (who by this time must have been bored of dancing by herself) start to climb off the stage. So, I made my way back through the mob of people waiting. By the way, they definitely didn’t let more people on after 2 songs. BUT, anyways, I met back up with my friend and we went to get a much needed beer…where no snotty teenaged girls would be, either.
The show was awesome. I had a BLAST!!! The whole scene was just nuts.