My friend Paul and I worked the John Lennon 65th birthday celebration in front of the Capitol building yesterday.
It was...hmmmm...interesting(?).
I wonder about the people that attend things like this. There appears to be two kinds of people at these events. You have the usual, curious spectators. Then, you have the "special" people. This category can be broken down into two subsections: the open mic'ers and the fanatics.
The open mic'ers appear at any public function, with disregard toward the purpose or subject of said function, with the sole mission of pushing their own agenda. The ones that came yesterday ranged from the evils of tabacco to promoting their bands, books, or movies. Marketing under the guise of "this is what John would have wanted", although easily effective is still distasteful. These people always piss me off.
The fanatics, on the other hand, propelled the real entertainment of the day. The impersonators, the middle aged men that light votive candles and chant, the obsessed with rambling poetry where everyother line is from a Beatles song; these are the people that make these events fun.
This is a solute to those who mad my Sunday afternoon enjoyable...
It was...hmmmm...interesting(?).
I wonder about the people that attend things like this. There appears to be two kinds of people at these events. You have the usual, curious spectators. Then, you have the "special" people. This category can be broken down into two subsections: the open mic'ers and the fanatics.
The open mic'ers appear at any public function, with disregard toward the purpose or subject of said function, with the sole mission of pushing their own agenda. The ones that came yesterday ranged from the evils of tabacco to promoting their bands, books, or movies. Marketing under the guise of "this is what John would have wanted", although easily effective is still distasteful. These people always piss me off.
The fanatics, on the other hand, propelled the real entertainment of the day. The impersonators, the middle aged men that light votive candles and chant, the obsessed with rambling poetry where everyother line is from a Beatles song; these are the people that make these events fun.
This is a solute to those who mad my Sunday afternoon enjoyable...
missblood:
i can only imagine what that was like.