Eric and I went to hear Ani Difranco at First Avenue, and there was a constant stream of people passing to and fro behind us, talking loudly about boring topics, greeting their friends, laughing raucously, and generally inviting others to murder them. They had paid thirty-five dollars to do these things; it's not even as if they had just wandered into the wrong bar by mistake and failed to notice that there was a live performer up there who had not been to the Twin Cities in a affordable venue for years and years.

I also hate the audiences at Great Big Sea concerts, who yell at random during every single song.

P.