Paula Abdul circa 1990. The row of seats behind me was full of teenaged girls who screamed at the absolute tops of their lungs from the minute Paula was introduced to the the minute she left the stage. Their screaming never ceased because even if one of them or a few of them stopped to catch their breath or to pass out or something, there were about a dozen others keeping up the slack, and to make matters worse, their overall screaming intensified at the beginning of each song.
There are reasons it’s been that many years since I’ve last attended any live music event, including the expense and the predatory practices of Ticket Slavemaster and the other similar gouging services. I’m generally not a fan of live music anyway. The only reason I had attended that one was my interest in the woman I invited as my date.
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