Another Brick In The Wall Of Civility

Last night went to see Roger Waters perform "The Wall" in all it's titantic, sprawling glory...and it was done very well. The Wall was erected thru the first half of the show, and was used to great effect as a giant film screen, displaying vivid imagery, photographs, graffiti etc. Musically, it was locked tight. No real surprises, just good solid performances=though there was one bit of interesting theatre-The song Mother was performed as a 'duet' of the 60 year old Roger Waters singing with himself from a recorded performance of the original tour some 30 years ago.
Regardless, the show really was well done, with good musical performance, great theatre, explosions, inflatable characters, planes flying into walls, helicopters circling, choruses of children from local schools, blah blah blah.

And it all teetered on being ruined because there are some people that cannot understand something quite simple. If you want to discuss the world series, if you want to talk about the "cool thing your neighbor did", then why do you pay $120 for a ticket, so that you can stand amongst other people that paid the same, and shout about it at the top of your voice throughout the show? Couldn't you just play the CD, and talk in your living room, dickhead? Huh? Would it be too much to think that just maybe, just the thinnest possibility, that I, and everyone else that has never met you before, and hopefully will never see your dull dimwitted, thick as pigshit self again do not care, and better yet, would like to hear the BAND without your running f-ing commentary on your own miserable, shitty little existence. It was amazing. We were surrounded by them. I felt like I was in a Stealer's Wheel song, with clowns to the left of me, and jokers to the right. I did finally grab one guy, who couldn't seem to grasp that I was in actual fact, not his buddy, and I didn't appreciate him rocking back onto me as he launched into yet another of his endless air guitar solos.
Anyway, in the second half of the show, the mentally challenged were overwhelmed by the louder songs of the show, and my annoyance was lowered, but still...people...please. Get your heads out your asses. If the music is so loud that you have to yell at each other in order to be heard, perhaps that's a hint. You don't need to be having a conversation...