Indie Girl Gots to Dance…
Growing up, I found myself not really belonging to a group. In high school, I was cool with the band nerds, art kids, some of the jocks ( did their homework), skaters, etc. I even managed to get invited to one of the graduation parties one of the popular guys were throwing. He personally invited me ( didn’t go). College was very similar. I was simply nice to people. Regardless of being cool with the different clicks, and being nice — I was awkward and weird. Naturally this lead me to weird music, clothing, cartoons, etc. I primarily blame my older brothers for this… ( Thanks!)
There is, and has been a many girls and boys just like me… they are the gypsies of the ugly and social order of high school and frankly society. They are indie. I am indie…
Being “indie” has become oddly trendy. I recently went to a show, Of Montreal, in Tucson at a pretty small venue. Tickets cost $9 bucks. Indie shows such of this, brings out all the cute indie boys and girls from near and far. It is a sea of eye liner, crazy hair cuts, thick framed glasses… and polite boys and girls that want to dance. I love indie shows because of this! Everyone is cool with each other, they want to be there, and the respect the dance bubble. No one yells ” Free Bird”, no one throws thing at the band, and no one really drinks pasts their limit.
This last show, was not puppies, cupcakes and helpful eyeliner tips. I saw an ugly storm of posers trying to be something they are clearly not. ( if you are an indie poser, puppies die…)
So this is what went down… First there were two guys that manged to get loaded before the first band even went on. They were hitting on these girls who where only 15 years old. When the first band did go on, they kept yelling out to the crowd for everyone to dance. Super annoying. Luckily, by the second band, they got lost or something and the 15 year old girls escaped…
As the second band went on and played, the ASU sorority girls showed up with their meat head boy friends. They introduced themselves and acted like we were BFFs because we were standing by each other. ( Indie girls usually don’t connect with sorority girls, or maybe that’s just me. I want to punch them). They even had the nerve to confront this super nice girl standing behind me they told her, ”stop giving us the stink eye, whore”. Not cool! I honestly think her name was Bunny, no girl named bunny is really going to be a whore. As OM went on they, the stupid bimbos, affectionately called out to Kevin Barnes, the lead singer, ” We love you Kevie B” Again Super Annoying!!!! Then the meat heads, told their girls that they were willing to throw elbows, to get them up front. The second or third song in, the meat heads delivered….
With the crowd being pushed and knocked around, the bimbos stooped to an even lower level and dumped their beers on the people in the very front. This caused the people in the front to look back, drop their guard and loose out on their prime real estate. Some how the meat heads brought with them the worst of the worst. Two ass hats that thought they were the biggest fans in the world, which happened to be even more drunk that the guys previously mentioned. Literally they were going to pass out… They kept yelling out how they have listened to these guys since 2006. Which isn’t saying much, since the last OM concert they attended was in 2006. A lot has changed. Not only that, but I have seen OM 8 times now. 8…
At one point Kevin Barnes was doing this song that was so beautiful and intense, the crowd was still, all eyes were on him, the illustrations projected we perfectly coragraphed to what he was singing… These guys kept talking about how cool they were and how they were the ultimate fans, barf. Finally I spoke up, and told them, ” Shut up, and listen…” They did not, if anything this caused a world of pain for my as the show continued. They threw elbows at me all night. Stepped on me, pushed me, drunkenly leaned on me, etc. Others surrounding me, stepped in trying to help, but their was no escape. After the show, they disappeared… knowing full well they were going to see the suppressed wrath of indie boys who have bruised ribs whose skinny jeans are a little too tight.
Overall the show was amazing, buts as I left I couldn’t help but noticed how many other indie boys and girls looked defeated that night. We had lost something that we had fought for since our adolescence. We discovered a world that so many others ignored, and now that we were rising to the top and claiming what was rightfully better than the social mediocrity that is mass produce… we were put back in our place. That night, so many of us were subject to the greed and ugly fear that consumes the pretty boys and girls at the popular table in the lunch room that worked for little and that were handed every opportunity. My heart broke for Bunny and so many others that were pushed and kicked for no reason…
Maybe Bunny and myself really are whores that give the stink eye, I doubt it… But the next Sorority girl I see at an indie show will be getting a beer thrown in her face. And I don’t even drink beer…
