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How to Not be an Asshole at Concerts

Since I was twelve years old, all I ever wanted to do was go see live music. I’d legitimately lay in bed at night and worry that without a license, money and friends that liked the same music as me, I’d never be able to see any of the bands I loved, and would lead a miserable and unfulfilled life.

Of course that didn’t happen, and in the last 15 years I’ve gone to more concerts than I can remember–although I wish I had thought to write it down just for curiosity’s sake. And with hundreds of shows under my 27-year-old belt, I’ve seen a lot of good concert-going behavior, and I’ve seen a lot of bad. Like, a lot of bad. Here’s how you can avoid falling into the latter category…

Fear & Loathing on a Megabus

It was already getting dark out when I boarded the Megabus, leaving the comfort of my parents’ home in the Berkshires and stepping into the harsh reality that is the Albany to NYC bus route.

I sat down, put my headphones on and closed my eyes, hoping to only open them again once we had reached our destination. 

Devil Never Even Lived: An interview with DOPAPOD

In a musical sea of jam, funk and electronic bands, all clamoring their way through the festy and club circuit hoping for mainstream success, Dopapod stands out above the rest.

The four-piece experimental funk group manages to blend all of the aforementioned genres and turn them into something exciting and original- not to mention their insanely energetic and wicked fun live shows. When you go to see Dopapod you know you’re going to be dancing until your feet fall off.

Formed four years ago in Boston, Mass., the group now resides in New York City, where I caught up with them before their recent show at Sullivan Hall and discussed their new album, Five Hour Energies, and the group’s ineffable love of palindromes…

Angie Vacations in a Onesie

I recently took a much-needed vacation.

Despite my frequent cracks about sitting on my couch alone, crying, watching Food Network, eating, smoking pot, etc., I’m actually a pretty busy person, so I planned on relaxing as much as possible during my 10 days off.

People asked me where I was going – “Somewhere tropical?” “Vegas?” “The beach? You could really use some color.”

But where I was going was far more wild and exotic than an island getaway. I was going back to North Adams, Mass

Summer Music Highlights: The Stuff You Didn’t See

What an amazing summer I’ve had, filled with live music, festivals and 100 percent humidity. And while it may be coming to an end (the season, not the music!), it doesn’t mean we can’t look back on some highlights that you- our dear readers- didn’t get to see…

Phish @ Dick’s Sporting Goods Park in Commerce City, CO. – 9/4

We had the best seats in the house.

OK, so I didn’t really go to the show, but my friend and I attended a live stream of the webcast at the Roy Arias Theater in Times Square and it was AWESOME. Every phan knows that half of the reason Phish shows are so fun is because of the vibe in the crowd. So when you pack a small theater with a bunch of hippies and let them freely blaze, drink beer and dance, it’s not hard to feel like you’re right there in Colorado with everybody else.

Theater, arena, grassy field- it don't matta.

There was a large screen on the stage of the auditorium projecting the concert, and because it was a webcast put on by the band, the cameramen were filming them so closely it was as if we were standing right there onstage. Even the set-break felt like a set-break at an actual Phish show, with people commenting and analyzing the songs that had just been played, and trying to call what the second set opener would be. When the show was over my friend and I legit felt like we had just gone to a Phish concert- it was a truly magical experience. Who says hippies don’t like technology?

Live-blogging Hurricane Irene in NYC

Whaddya do when you’re stuck inside with nothing to do but ride out a hurricane? You write about it, obviiii.

Saturday, 11 a.m.

Head to the store before noon (that’s when stuff started closing) to get “supplies.” Holy sh*t you would think the apocalypse struck NYC. Part of me thinks that people are just using this storm as an excuse to buy as much unhealthy food as possible and completely pig out for the weekend. Even if the storm was at its worst and lasted two full days with no water or electricity, you would. not. need. that much water or food.

this should be enough, right?

When I walked into Gristedes and saw the line wrapping all the way to the BACK of the grocery store, I legit thought, “I would rather die in a hurricane than wait in this line,” and walked out. Headed to my fav local deli and got all the necessities. Unfortunately this did not include batteries or a flashlight. Whatever. What did they do before electricity in storms? It’s called candles, people! Plus I have the flashlight app on my Iphone…

Angela’s ‘Hurricane Irene’ Preparedness Guide

While I sit in my New York City office chatting with my coworkers about the weekend’s impending hurricane (ie: I’m distractedly yelping to everybody, “I’M GOING TO DIE IN MY BASEMENT APARTMENT!”, calling my parents in tears, and frantically checking bus lines), I’m finding myself having a hard time focusing on work and more about what I’ll need to prepare myself for the apocalypse.

not feeling very optimistic.

1. bottle of whiskey
This is probably the most essential item for a few reasons. One- it will help calm the nerves when the hurricane starts to hit. Two- it will help curb boredom when the city inevitably loses power and I have nothing to do but “read a book” and drink myself into a coma. Three – if (when) my basement floods, it’ll be way more fun to wade around in the newly formed lake in my bedroom if I have a load on. And if all else fails I can just drink the whole bottle, pass out and sleep through the damn storm.

2. weed

3. kayak / kayak gear
For when I am thrust out of my apartment and have to get to work, the store, etc. They are shutting down the subways in the city at noon tomorrow. Could kayaks = new form of public transportation? Think about it.

4. Chex Mix (a really big bag)
Because it is delicious, and because everybody knows you can survive on those brown pumpernickel chips for weeks. Except that Chex Mix is damn salty, so you’ll want to have an even Chex Mix to bottle-of-whiskey ratio.

5. flashlight
To help you find your weed in case you lose power and the lights shut off.

6. Megabus tickets
Just in case you pussy out last minute and decide to peace out of town. Except wait…

Oh well, guess I’m fucked!

(For some live hurricane action, check out the webcam my buddy living on the Lower East Side set up for the weekend!)