So I was at this awsome rock concert over the weekend; Matt Mays and El Torpedo, if you've never heard them, you should. It was at the Commodore, which is the best venu in Vancouver in my opinion, the crowd was awsome, and their playlist was compiled of all the fan favorites. Wicked show. So I'm rocking out like a maniac spilling crown and cola all over myself, my girls friend is smacking everyone around her with her hair whilst head-banging, and there is a continuous flow of sweaty bodies surfing over head: as far as I'm concerned, this is what rock concerts are all about, this is what I pay my money for.
However, there was a great number of people that apparently pay their money for far different reasons. Looking around there was an obvious amount of people with their cell phones focusing on their small little screens and recording crummy little pixelated videos - extremely poor representations of only a fraction of the over all experience.
Whats the deal? I'm spilling my booze all over you and you don't even notice because your too busy missing the show by recording something your going to post on Facebook and then never watch again.
What happened to living for the moment?