Until recently, 15th December 2012 to be exact, I
had never attended a music concert held in a Vineyard.
Perhaps my neurosis was not on par with other Kiwis my
vintage because wine vineyards seem to be the ‘in’ place these-days when it
comes to open-air concerts in N.Z.
I had previously been well out of the loop confining my
concert going to the strangest of venues – a concert hall.
On Saturday 15th I tasted (pun intended) my first
experience of bands plonked among the vines, deckchairs, blankets and pissed
kindy mums.
Devo, Simple Minds and the Church playing Villa Maria in
Auckland.
If this was a bottle of over-priced vintage I would have
spat it out, protested to the waiter it was corked – not that I even drink wine
– I’m way too unsophisticated to waste money on that muck.
I’m not taking away anything from the bands or the sound on
the night.
Devo had lost nothing from the last time I saw them 25 years
ago.
Simple Minds were on key, played too little of their ‘interesting’
earlier stuff for my liking.
The Church were always a bit soppy for my tastes but to be
fair to their fans they put on a great performance.
However all of these bands performances were impinged by the
incessant chatter from the crowd.
Soon after The Church twanged their first chord I learnt a
sizeable chunk of the crowd was only there to sing-along to the one or two
songs they could vaguely remember from their last listen.
That was when cars
came with cassette players.
It may as well have been the races at Ellerslie or Addington
as far as they were concerned.
Now I’m not adverse to getting pissed at concerts – even if
the beer offerings on this occasion was isolated to the sponsors watery, sugary
lager offering – but at least I have respect for people who paid money to
listen to the bands by keeping my trap shut.
This was thought of as more of a social occasion for many rather
than a musical occasion.
A chance for four-wheel-drive owning mums to compare kids
reports and government property values, eat cheese and crackers from well-appointed
picnic baskets.
A grand opportunity for their similarly over-dressed
husbands to get-together, natter about sailing on the harbour earlier in the
day, golf handicaps whilst their kids, yes couples turned-up with brats, could
kick an empty wine bottle about getting bored shitless with their parents taste
in music. So much for it being a R18 gig.
I would doubt it most punters at Villa Maria would even own
an album by Devo or Simple Minds.
Conclusion: If you are vaguely into music, truly love a band
Vineyard Concerts are going to piss you off, better left alone unopened on the
shelf.
SEE WHAT I MEAN ANNOYING?!
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