After spending a glorious weekend relaxing in oblivion, i ventured up to New York city as it seemed all too timely that my favorite musician and fabulous ex-housemate were playing a show together on my birthday in a town nearby. But what an odd show to see. Erin was fantastic and she looked great, smiling and all. I wanted to say hello but it was awefully awkward to do so, as i felt like i was some oogling fan; i think that i should just keep my fond memories of our adventures and wait until our paths cross in natural un-power-dynamic kinds of ways. As for Ani…. damn that girl is hurting and seeing her on stage was almost painful. Her suffering and loss of control over it comes through both in her vibe and her music. Eek.

More horrifyingly was the audience who failed to comprehend the situation with which they were presented. They acted as though it was there concert, calling out to her at inopportune times (a.k.a. any time that she breathed or was otherwise silent or quiet) to ask for a specific song or tell her they loved her. It was as though they thought that their interuptions would make her love them back? As though a boy honking at a girl on the street will make her come running and profess love. And since when did an entire audience go to listen to some asshole sing over Ani’s lyrics and control the direction her song takes? After years of doing this, Ani handled it with ease, but still it made me cringe the whole time. Or the two girls who refused to sit down in an all-seated theatre, inconsiderate of other listeners. This is precisely what makes me despise fans, particularly Ani fans. How can someone listen to her music and then be so inconsiderate of others, of Ani’s role as performer? I hate seeing the obsession and control that fans have over these environments, as though the event is about them, not about her. ::sigh:: And people wonder why i don’t go to concerts or why i refuse to publish anything more than Ani’s lyrics on my site (which btw has gotten way too popular for absolutely no good reason…).