tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161276371671617722.post3652979861763012625..comments2014-11-21T05:52:25.432-06:00Comments on SO IT GOES...: Life's Minor IndignitiesMike Rodbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03844801254518054528noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161276371671617722.post-6400362608143649462009-02-21T16:38:00.000-06:002009-02-21T16:38:00.000-06:00OMG! Playing in the burbs, at a school, for a bu...OMG! Playing in the burbs, at a school, for a bunch of moms, my first thought was a bunch of tight ass, self righteous, snobs. They have certain code they have live to by. They have appearances they need to keep up. They live in a little bubble and have no clue how to relax, let their hair down, be real, and just have fun. When in the public they are always "on". They never ever cross this invisible line they have all created for themselves and each other. It's all about appearances. Do you know what they were doing at those tables? Instead of enjoying themselves, the great music, the possibly good food, really feeling the energy that you guys were putting into the room......they were talking about each other. So self involved. It's more important for them to keep up their appearances for one another than it is to just live in the moment, have fun, be in tune to the electricity that comes from the music. Since they are so caught up in themselves and what everyone else thinks of them, and ensuring that they can belittle everyone around them to make themselves feel better, they forget how be human.<BR/> <BR/>I'm sorry it was like that for you guys last night. Ya get all pumped to have a great gig...and then.....welcome to the Stepford Wives. That's how it is suburbia. I know this first hand. I've seen it. I have gone to more than one occasion at my kids school and watched this type of thing in action. I have my own little, I mean little, group of moms that I sit with. There are only 3 of us. We sit in the front of the room, we are loud, we laugh, we act like the kids. We create out own little out casted bubble. And ya know what? The dads all want to sit by us. It's funny actually. We are the ones that are talked about. We are the ones that don't fit in. Why? Um, I think it's because we refuse to give in and conform. We just are, ya know. Don't really give a fuck about anyone else. <BR/> <BR/>I feel kind of bad for those other women. I don't think they realize that there is more to life than the fishbowl they have put themselves in. Too bad for them. Wasted time that you don't get back I say.<BR/> <BR/>If me and my little pack were there last night.....the story you wrote would not have been told. Our little table would have been the only one in the room as far as you guys would have been concerned. Fun, fun, fun.<BR/> <BR/>As you can see, I have a little bit to say on the subject. Thankfully not everywhere you play is like that. I'm sure you're glad it's over and done with. MOVIN ON.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com