"Somewhere in the quest for ultimate coolness, we forgot how to have a good time." -- This is utterly hilarious: a flamewar of comments from those who saw this week's white-hot neo-80s rock band Franz Ferdinand in NYC, split into the usual two camps -- those who want to listen to the music, and those who want to rock out. I'm usually in the former camp, I'll admit, although there's a time and place for everything. What really irritates me is that the "rock out" types never self-select into like one corner of the club where they can fling their elbows, sing along, and just annoy each other -- no, they're usually right in front of me, blissfully unaware of how they're sucking the fun (and my overpriced ticket's worth) out of the show. Grrrrr! (via Gothamist)

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