A couple of years ago, while watching one of my favorite bands, Wilco, some jerk-off high school age punk and his friends were next to me, apparently waiting for their favorite band, Weezer. Tweedy and co. were right in the middle of "hummingbird" when it started."Who the hell are these guys? Why are they even at this festival? They are trying to pull off a Beatles sound, and failing miserably! Ha! Ha! WEEZER! WEEZER!" etc. I wanted to give this kid a history lesson about Tweedy being one of the innovators of alt-country during the Uncle Tupelo days, and how Rivers was still in diapers when Tweedy was changing the music world, but I opted for a good 'ol fashioned, "Please, if you don't mind, shut the fuck up!" I was hoping for a "No problem, gaylord" response, ala Dane Cook, but they just started mumbling under their breaths about how they were gonna kick my ass, or something stupid like that.My girlfriend shot me the "don't even think about it" look,and they crept away like the little brats they were, talking crap the whole time. Not one of Wilco's best shows, and understandable, when there are a bunch of retards heckling while they tried to play.
I know there are other stories like mine out there.