Rock On

In most cases, anyone with the twelve dollars to get in the door can rock. This does not mean just because you feel the frat boy next to you lacks the depth and sensitivity to appreciate Ben KwellerÂ’s tortured soul, or the drunk chick attending with her three identically dressed friends who collectively only know one Ethyline song because it was once on DawsonÂ’s Creek (while naturally you were into Sludgeworth back when you were 15) that they have any less right to be in attendance than you.

From A Brief Catechism of Rock Shows, Part I by Leslie Harpold. [via The Morning News]