I went to the Feist show last Saturday night at Massey Hall in Toronto. She was fantastic. The band was fantastic. Gonzales (who opened for her) was fantastic. But all that was ruined for me and my wife Marijke thanks to the loud and obnoxious fans seated right behind us.

These yokels insisted on singing along - loudly - to every single song. Feist would move into a beautiful, melodic moment, taking her time with the lyrics, but the girls behind us would start singing the next line before she did. The dude even whistled during guitar parts. Whistled! Who whistles at a concert?

After the first song, Marijke turned around and politely asked them to not make so much noise. They looked at her like she was crazy. A few songs later, Marijke turned around and told them we paid 50 bucks to listen to Feist, not them. They only got worse.

Now let me say this: at a festival or a club, whatever, it's a free-for-all. But in a big soft seater, shut up and let us hear the artist.

We ended up leaving before the show was even done. Thanks for ruining it for us, jerks.
posted by Pedro Mendes on May 28, 2007