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"Hey, Asshole!" Follow-Up: More Static At A TV On The Radio Show

hey_asshole_bu.jpgEarlier today, we posted a story from a TV On The Radio fan who had to deal with some pushy fans at the band's show in Columbus last night. This provoked an e-mail from another reader who had some unfortunate fauxhawked-jerk exposure while at a show by the band, which we reprint here even though—or perhaps because—its subject line uses one of our banned words:

Subject: National trend of douchebags seeing TV on the Radio
The "Hey Asshole" report of today rang true with me as I encountered a similar awful, large, asshole guy at the Providence TVOTR show last Thursday. This one was dressed in all white, with a fauxhawk, fake-looking tan, and designer glasses with garish thick white frames. I first notice him standing behind me and can only shake my head at how retarded he looks. Then there's a push to move up, and he goes right past me and attempts to shove my (petite, blond, ten-to-fifteen-years-younger-than-him) girlfriend out of the way, with his arms and a shoulder check, so he can get ahead of her. Let me reiterate that he has at least 7 inches of height and 100 pounds on her. To her credit, she stands her ground (hip check) and sneaks ahead of him, which succeeds in making him look more like the lame asshole that he is. We move up and establish a nice new spot, only to have him come up from the side and end up in front of us. Fine, whatever, he's a few feet ahead, and now I have a great view of his ridiculous rhythmic shoulder dance and associated gorilla arms dance, which I imagine would go over great at a rave (I've never been to a fucking rave).

Sadly there's no confrontation to tell you about, but why the hell are these guys so AMPED for TV on the Radio?

We're stumped, to be honest. So if you have any ideas, or more stories to add to our growing dossier, by all means let us know. Only together can we rise up against boorish behavior by those with fake tans and "Dick In A Box" beards.

Earlier: "Hey, Asshole!": Cookie Mountain Gets A Little Bit Crowded

3:07 PM on Thu Mar 8 2007
By mjohnston
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  • You know what these stories have in common? Girlfriends. As in, "I probably wouln't even have noticed what was going on, but having a girlfriend has turned me into a territorial weirdo who can't even stand in one place and enjoy myself because other people are trying to walk past me." I speak from experience.

  • This one was dressed in all white, with a fauxhawk, fake-looking tan, and designer glasses with garish thick white frames. I first notice him standing behind me and can only shake my head at how retarded he looks.

    New to Providence, I assume.

  • The answer is simple: much, much cooler older/younger brothers burned the disc for their dickhead younger/older brothers at X-mas.

  • You think that's bad, I was run over by Bob Dylan and his tiny electric scooter as he was making a bee-line for the stage. He HATES those guys.

  • i guess this is kind of a universal phenomenon, isn't it? it's nice to see an obscure band tooling through town at your respective dive bar with half a stage and a 300 person capacity. everyone there is friendly and considerate. they're there for the music. but this is the next step, right? i don't mean to be prickish but, isn't this kind of the goal? maybe not to have assholes at your show but there're people who don't understand concert etiquette. but TVOTR is appealing to an audience bigger than they probably ever would've imaginined. There're gonna be idiots there. Try going to any indie rock show at a mid-level venue. I mean, it's frustrating as hell sometimes when you come face to face with one of these doofuses but, think about the populist perspective. TVOTR are reaching a lot of people and there's something admirable about that. IMHO.

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