FLORENCE might be getting all the credit for winning over the crowds at Splendour in the Grass, but I'm tipping my hat to Earl Sweatshirt today.
Not just for his brilliant name. But also because while on stage in Sydney he decked a punter.
Story goes that the guy may have been heckling him from the audience, ES called him out for being a douche, so douche then made it up on to the stage, past security and grabbed ES from behind while he was singing.
Personally I hate shows that have an audience participation element to them. I'm always one of those idiots that tries to avoid eye contact so they don't drag me up or into their circus, so I'm glad that Earl Sweatshirt (did I already say how much I love that name even though his birth name - Thebe Neruda Kgositsile- is just as brilliant) punched him one.
Frankly, I'd like to be one of those people that goes to gigs just to punch people. People who talk on their cell phones, people who push me unnecessarily, people who basically act like they're in their loungerooms. I hate people at concerts. I just want to punch them half the time, but I get too distracted by good music, good theatrics and the odd Mexican wave, and then it placates me.
But anyway, today, I love you Earl Sweatshirt. Don't condone violence, but sometimes, douche bags at concerts just deserve a good Doc Marten to the head (yes, that's another nineties reference for you peeps).
Not just for his brilliant name. But also because while on stage in Sydney he decked a punter.
Story goes that the guy may have been heckling him from the audience, ES called him out for being a douche, so douche then made it up on to the stage, past security and grabbed ES from behind while he was singing.
Personally I hate shows that have an audience participation element to them. I'm always one of those idiots that tries to avoid eye contact so they don't drag me up or into their circus, so I'm glad that Earl Sweatshirt (did I already say how much I love that name even though his birth name - Thebe Neruda Kgositsile- is just as brilliant) punched him one.
Frankly, I'd like to be one of those people that goes to gigs just to punch people. People who talk on their cell phones, people who push me unnecessarily, people who basically act like they're in their loungerooms. I hate people at concerts. I just want to punch them half the time, but I get too distracted by good music, good theatrics and the odd Mexican wave, and then it placates me.
But anyway, today, I love you Earl Sweatshirt. Don't condone violence, but sometimes, douche bags at concerts just deserve a good Doc Marten to the head (yes, that's another nineties reference for you peeps).
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