A review of Eddie Vedder at the Wang Theater June 16, 2011, and an ode to a certain kids book sweeping the internet.
I'm at a concert. I like to listen and watch. But you just want to drink and talk and talk and talk.
I wish I could enjoy myself, but you won't shut the blank up.
Those beers you're drinking, not one at a time but two, might be better in your stomach rather than underneath my shoe.
I'd like to watch the show, but you won't shut the blank up.
I know this is your favorite song. You yelled it a million times.
Rather than hear you scream all through it, I'd like to hear the singer's lines.
I'd like to watch the show, but you won't shut the blank up.
You're from Rockland. How do I know? You yelled it out during the show.
I was trying to hear the singer's stories, not learn about you, bro.
I'd like to watch the show, but you won't shut the blank up.
This concert had great stories and funny lines. I only heard half becuase you seemed to be drinking for the first time.
The four of you talking about random things made it hard to hear. I wondered if you thought you were at a keg party rather than here.
I'd like to watch the show, but you won't shut the blank up.
I had a good time but without you it could have been better. But thanks for reminding me every 3 seconds who I was seeing by yelling "Eddie Vedder."