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August 08, 2005

Richard Thompson, Newburyport

At the High School last night. Pop quiz:

Say you put on a concert, and it's quite popular -- people start arriving at least two hours beforehand, and form a queue. Do you
[a] Open the doors some time before the scheduled starttime of the concert, so people can take their seats and the line move?,
[b] Split the head of the line across two doors if necessary, to allow lots of people to enter quickly?, or
[c] Wait, then split the line three-quarters down just before opening the doors, so latecomers get in at the same time as the two-hour-plus waiters?

Beardy man and ditzy girl decide [c], of course. (Who are these people? The promoters? Hmmm.) Note: method [c] guarantees that many of your longest-standing (literally) fans are extremely annoyed even before they get through the door.

Then, of course, nothing resembling a decent seat left. When punter complains about this, given the multiple choices available to your Neanderthal brain, would you choose to insult said punter and call him an asshole? Beardy-man does. We leave.

Heptunes, we won't cross paths again. Not if I see you coming.

Mr. Thompson, I don't know what your latest record is like, and I likely never will. It's good that you play gigs in Newburyport - the 2003 show at Nock was great - and we're all big fans, actually. But we'll not be seeing you play live again, not here.