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| - If there is a band I like playing at Sound Academy... I refuse to go. If there is a band I LOVE playing at Sound Academy... I still won't go. I'm really Agoraphopic (fear of crowds and inability to exit) but a few drinks usually gets me over this to a comfortable point. So I'll chug a few medicinal potions before the show. Let me tell you...no amount of alcohol could make this venue even close to decent; The Sound is terrible and if you're far enough back under the overhang, it's almost nonexistent. If you care about good sound quality at a show-- don't go here.
When my friend and I managed to get somewhere near the stage, people were viscious about their spots! I guess Bedouin Soundclash bring out all the bitchy couples in the city because I'm used to a more lively show, and finding a spot near the front. You have to push a little-- but I try to be polite. I swear that three girls instructed their boyfriends to hit me or cause me bodily harm for moving up. When told to calm down by their men, these crazy felines started whining and yelling at them for being pussies. Really???It's general Admission Admission, and you (or your boyfriend) were ballsy enough to push your way up here, too, so calm down. One girl actually groped me to get me to move-- or maybe she just wanted to take me home... She full on grabbed my ta ta's and between my legs. At least the men were considerate enough not to commit sexual assault in the middle of a crowd.
Drinks-- meh. No one wants to go and get one because they have to walk back to the shitty sound area and then spend half an hour pushing their way back up. By this time, your beer is done. Bad set up and point blank the worst venue in the city for any show.
After the sexual assault, several death threats and watching three men be emasculated for not punching me out, we tried to get a cab home. It was the middle of winter and there was slush galore. Cabs refused to take us anywhere because we were not going to the 905. They rolled up their windows and waited for a better fare. Nice... leave 2 girls stranded on a cold night. We ended up walking as no buses were in sight and we were tired flagging cabs who had their lights on, heading to the SA, but drove right by us. My boots were soaked through and I wasn't even drunk. Suffice it to say--a resurrection of the Beastie Boys with MCA back from the dead (RIP MCA) couldn't bring me back here.
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