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Dear HoB,
What was the point of having Sisters of Mercy in Cleveland tonight? The vocals in tonight’s show were completely inaudible. None of us could hear anything. If you have any clue about this band, the fucking point is to hear the singer.
Oh! Worse! I threw over other plans to show up at your “venue”? Yep! I changed my plans and paid you money. Honestly, Bar Cento on any night would have been a wiser choice, even if this concert was a “one time” event. Yep! I’m a moron for spending my time and money with you instead of with a locally owned restaurant.
But I didn’t…and what did I get? Did I get…
1) A lead singer who could be heard? (Nope.)
2) Sound “engineers” who fixed the problem when the audience complained? (Nope.)
3) The courtesy of a “reach around” by posting lyrics on a big screen so that the audience could pretend it was karaoke instead of a total lie? (Nope.)
No, all we got was a lame light show, fog machines and a main act that wasn’t worth paying to see. Thank god for the opening act, Hypernova, because they made the ticket worth buying.
Now, before I end this, I’ll say that I’ve thought about the possibilities. The lead singer might have lost his voice; the engineers didn’t know what they were doing; there was a reason the house lights came on half-way through the show and stayed on; none of us knew we were on “Candid Camera”; HoB hates me for my use of the term “douchebaggery” on Saturday night.
In every single case I just listed, except the last, you should have cancelled the show. I came to hear the Sisters of Mercy. I got jack shit from you, tonight.
You failed.
For that, all I can say is this: Fuck you, HoB. Fuck you for wasting my night. Fuck you because I had better things to do than wonder why I was standing in a brightly lit auditorium listening to a “goth” karaoke backing track instead of what I paid to see.
Sincerely,
Matt…
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