IT'S EVOLUTION BABY! REALLY?

So I went and saw Pearl Jam at the first of two shows at the Susquehanna Bank Center. It was a great show by Mr. Vedder and company as always, however one of Eddie's rambling monologues rang especially true. He spoke about coming up and playing the "venue ladder" of Philadelphia. First the small bar, then on to The Troc, and The Factory. Now here we are at the SBC with a 10 dollar beer and an Abecrombie reject getting handsy with our girl. Enough!

I think I've been spoiled by these spots throughout my time here. There is just something about the intimacy of The Troc. The connection you feel when you see the lead singer without a video monitor. The lawn of SBC, which by the way apparently enforces a strong 10 drink minimum to visit, makes me long for the sweaty stick of The TLA and Troc. Once you've seen a band there it's impossible to enjoy it on any larger scale. Manifest Destiny? Yes! Absolutely. Believe me I'm not the guy that cries sell out when 13 year olds like my band or they get blared from the speakers of your mom's Honda Odyssey. But it doesn't mean I have to like this. SBC is great for some people and some bands, it's just not the experience I'm used to. This grand production that used to be stripped down and personal.

Speaking of personal. I've been a little slacking in checking my inbox, but I never recieved the memo that The Concert Lawn was an invitation for rape. Come On! You're better than that. I know you're trained as a hunter, and that a drunk vulnerable girl swaying to the music is an easy kill, but have a little self respect. You know who you are Grey T-Shirt Cargo Shorts! Contrary to popular believe, some girls are there to see the band. Take a breath and come up for air. Not every alcoholic encounter is an invitation to "hook up".

Be good and show some respect. I'll meet you at the Balcony Bar.