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MGMT @ Sunfest 2011
May. 1st, 2011 02:13 amMGMT would have been wonderful had it not been for the crowd. (For the record, I'd like to state that I was not anticipating a rowdy time. I can't recall last year's Sunfest being rowdy, and I don't consider MGMT to be a rowdy band. Had I known what it would be like, I wouldn't have gone.)
Oh sure, they may look like your run-of-the-mill batch of concert goers, but I assure you they were not. Or it's just been too long since I've been to a concert. Or all concerts are like that when you're totally sober. Or I'm crotchety now that I'm gonna be a mama.
You'd think for the amount of weed that was floating around, everyone would be mellow, groovin' to the music. Instead it was all ADD, people having lengthy yelling conversations with each other, not paying attention to the music at all. The foot stomping was literal. I got shoved more than a few times.
We had to move away from where we were standing eventually, and went over to stand by the drink cart. The madness followed. Now that my mass has expanded, I'm like a planet with my own gravitational pull. All the douchiness was being drawn into my orbit. A group of drunk, underage kids started flailing about violently, and giggling girls hoisted on shoulders threatened to topple down on us, so we had to move again.
We moved three times, and by the last time, the concert was pretty much over. Baby was wriggling, my feet were aching. I missed my MGMT experience. Note to self, in case there's ever a next time: Cross off "concert-going" from your List Of Things To Do While Pregnant unless you have a mass of bodyguards and lots of stamina.
Oh sure, they may look like your run-of-the-mill batch of concert goers, but I assure you they were not. Or it's just been too long since I've been to a concert. Or all concerts are like that when you're totally sober. Or I'm crotchety now that I'm gonna be a mama.
You'd think for the amount of weed that was floating around, everyone would be mellow, groovin' to the music. Instead it was all ADD, people having lengthy yelling conversations with each other, not paying attention to the music at all. The foot stomping was literal. I got shoved more than a few times.
We had to move away from where we were standing eventually, and went over to stand by the drink cart. The madness followed. Now that my mass has expanded, I'm like a planet with my own gravitational pull. All the douchiness was being drawn into my orbit. A group of drunk, underage kids started flailing about violently, and giggling girls hoisted on shoulders threatened to topple down on us, so we had to move again.
We moved three times, and by the last time, the concert was pretty much over. Baby was wriggling, my feet were aching. I missed my MGMT experience. Note to self, in case there's ever a next time: Cross off "concert-going" from your List Of Things To Do While Pregnant unless you have a mass of bodyguards and lots of stamina.
