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I caught Thee Oh Sees playing a free show at the South Street Seaport on Friday. Now, as I’m sure you already know if you’re familiar with the group, they fucking rule. The show was fantastic, and though I missed the first opener, So Cow, the second one, Golden Triangle, was pretty solid, so, all around, it was a fine show.
Here’s the issue though: I hate everyone that goes to shows. From the crazily rowdy mosh pit to the smelly young-professionals/brosephs standing too close to my face, every single person there made me wonder how so many people could have so little regard for the people around them. There were a couple of great crazy people in attendance, however, and I guess their awesomeness kind of comes out of that same disregard for other people’s comfort that leads to aggressive moshing and smelling terrible and having an asshole face. There was some lady who was at least ten thousand years old, and she was dancing all sexual. Too sexual, in fact, to be captured on (digital) film by a (terrible) photographer like myself. There was also some dude with green pants and a suitcase who made some sort of strange sea-lion noise after every song. ANYWAY, Thee Oh Sees fuckin’ annihilate. But you probably already knew that.