in the line for the xx
So, the other night The XX played at the Corner Hotel. There were 20 spare tickets on the door. I was 14th in line. Didn't get one when they went on sale as thought i'd be out of town. All is well and good, but whilst in queue I get stuck next to the most infuriating conversation ever - the most cliched Melbourne indie snob (cynical, opinionated, judgemental, prone to constant one-upmanship, blanket dismissal of any 'pop music', refers to the 'pretentious people' whilst simultaneously being the most pretentious person on earth) arguing with keen, but slightly naive young Asian fan. Petty points scoring ahoy. The ferocity that indie snob went on the attack with was guite astonishing, but she got her comeuppance soon enough. All it took was a comment that she looked like Romy from The XX...and she was MORTIFIED. It was a more extreme version of the Gig Tshirt faux pas - implying that someone who thinks she's oh-so-individual is basically a dodgy imitation of someone in the band they're about to see... Also, I don't think I was ever THAT bad in terms of music snobbery. I certainly wasn't that vocal, and I like to think my musical taste is more open and rounded these days...
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