Working at a music venue, I see a LOT of grown men having legit meltdowns on stage. As in, pretty much every night. Last Sunday, my co-worker turned to me and earnestly asked if the performer was crying on stage. "Yes, yes, I reckon he is," was my reply. Perhaps if rockstar had told mom/dad/cat/girlfriend/boyfriend/fish he loved him/her/it he would not be wailing on stage. But I suppose if he had done this, he would be out of a job. Check box: Face to face communication-POOR. Face to crowd communication-Excellent.
Last night, a dude turned to me and asked me if the song on meant something to me. I told him I am sure it will in four minutes when it is done. He asked me what kind of music I listen to. "Random stuff." He presses further. "Christmas music, final answer." And then he shook my hand.
The artist had a song entitled "It's Time To Go". It was NOT his last song. Tell me how that makes any sense?! Senseless.
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