I still get a deep sense of joy upon entering the concert halls, bars, dives, clubs or whatever other term you may have for place within which good music is played. The machine gun pulse of the double kick combine with the banshee wail of an electric guitar (turned up to 11) is more than enough to send a shiver down my spine. The smell of stale beer mixed with the blood, sweat and god-knows-whatever-other-bodily-fluids that can be found under foot only heighten the sense of euphoria.

However, as the years have passed, I ve discovered that with every buzz, there is a buzz-kill. This time, that buzz-kill is you. This article is dedicated to you. To every concert go-er that has spent more time perfecting the art of the faux-hawk, pompadour or new-age-retro mullet. To every concert goer wearing matching kicks, flat-brimmed baseball caps and belt buckles.

To every concert goer who could give a fuck less about the music and would rather gossip about the possible personal lives of the members within said band, thank you. Not only for making me laugh, but also for giving me a great many reasons for being as outspoken as I am.

Yes, those bangs sweeping into your left eye do create a certain shade of mystery around you, and yes, that little lost puppy face does bring out some rather strong emotions from me (if sympathy vomit could be considered an emotion). However, there are some things that should just be left at home before deciding to leave for a concert. All of the above are a few. Some others include the tough-guy attitudes, brass knuckles, ego trips, throw downs, and quite possibly you as well.