If you can’t be in public without trying to control other people’s every movement, maybe you should just stay at home
No one understands the joy of seeing a band from the 00s quite like an ageing millennial. At Bloc Party’s Melbourne show this past Sunday, my bestie and I followed the growing crowds of 30-and-older, skinny jean wearing, middle-aged hipsters towards John Cain Arena, excited to revel in the nostalgic music of our youth.
Because we’re old now, we did the sensible thing and booked reserved seating. But like any reasonable gig-goer, we knew implicitly that just because the seats are there, it doesn’t mean everyone is expected to sit in them for the duration of the set.
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