Shit that would barely interest their own families, gets tossed breathlessly onto the "feed" as if everyone can find nourishment via emotional seseme seeds.
Come on, if you "can't wait" to get on stage for less than half an hour in front of morons in UTAH, you must be powerfully naive, incredibly needy, or on amazing drugs.
What, you couldn't land that all-expenses-paid gig to open for Jason Donovan at the "Christmas at the Pleasuredome" one-night-only towel-optional show in their basement steambath?
Somebody on this forlorn list has been around 10 years (accent on the "has been") and "can't wait" to do this obscure show? Why? For the chance to hang with other depressing egotist-with-guitar assholes strumming incoherent lyrics? To get a chance to maybe take a bus to a train to a bus and reach Draper, Utah and visit the offices of eBay's "monkey with a script" phone answerers? To visit a "Native American" reservation, buy some pottery, and write a righteous riff about American racism?
Even if you were Saskia Tune, coming down from Canada, this is NOT a booking to be proud of, nor anything that furthers your career. This is like an open mic poetry event. People only go to these indie folk singer shows because they're related to ONE of the participants, not because they actually want to sit through two solid hours of tedium.
"Can't wait..." well, cool it. Walk into the refrigerator, shut it, and ask somebody to thaw you out when it's show time.
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