Letter to mewithoutYou Concert Venue

Dear mewithoutYou Concert Venue,

Thank you for offering your space for an interesting band to play last night. You should know, however, that flashing lights in my eyes does not add to my concert going experience. I’m not talking about a little flash, flash, blink, blink. I’m talking about how every time the band builds to a climax, I’ve got popcorn eyeballs having to stare at the floor or squint the crap out of themselves because of random sweeping can-lights or whatever. I wished I had a hat on. Yeah, looking around you have stoned out hipsters staring through the sun-like laser show but little me after one beer turns into a crinkle-faced anger pot wishing I had some un-dilating drops.

I go to concerts to see and hear so maybe quit it with your crazy spinning ceiling light sabers. They look like they’re alive, sortof. You shouldn’t light up the crowd for the band’s sake. You should light up the band for the audience’s. What if I spilled hot coffee on you while you were trying to mow the lawn? Think about it.

Sincerely,

Eric