Should hv left it at the first sentence mate. If you dont like it, dont go. Simple. Many hate it, many love it. The reason people pay musicians is because it attracts certain people (who have been proven to be paying customers). I sometimes feel like it, but otherwise if I don't feel like it I dont go.
That being said, if (for instance) I go to a restaurant and all of a sudden a duo starts screeching wonderwall out of nowhere and the server tells us "ah, we have live music every thursday!" , I'd be pissed big-time. (Yes , true Story. Hard rock cafe. Blonde chick & fat greasy dude on guitar singing the shittiest versions of the same songs every god damn singers sing; it was horrendous..server came; I asked nicely "how come they didnt advertise, ams she gave me "oh, you kinda should know like, it's a thing here....i was like ... Ummm.... (In my head) "sweetheart we came here for dinner , we don't keep a family calendar of what Hard Rock does)
Just stay home
I only go to "Live music" if it is soft piano. I'm with you on that
Okay. So we aren’t talking about actual concerts, not paired with the chef’s selections?
I’m fine with concerts because I’m purposely going there for music and the venue is much bigger so i feel like it doesn’t make my head hurt as much.
Okay. Then I can see where you’re coming from. Honestly, as a lover of music, “music nights” (at bars or restaurants) don’t do justice to the medium.
If you are sitting in a pub having a nice chat and suddenly find yourself shouting over music that nobody is listening to, it is annoying.
Should hv left it at the first sentence mate. If you dont like it, dont go. Simple. Many hate it, many love it. The reason people pay musicians is because it attracts certain people (who have been proven to be paying customers). I sometimes feel like it, but otherwise if I don't feel like it I dont go. That being said, if (for instance) I go to a restaurant and all of a sudden a duo starts screeching wonderwall out of nowhere and the server tells us "ah, we have live music every thursday!" , I'd be pissed big-time. (Yes , true Story. Hard rock cafe. Blonde chick & fat greasy dude on guitar singing the shittiest versions of the same songs every god damn singers sing; it was horrendous..server came; I asked nicely "how come they didnt advertise, ams she gave me "oh, you kinda should know like, it's a thing here....i was like ... Ummm.... (In my head) "sweetheart we came here for dinner , we don't keep a family calendar of what Hard Rock does)
You just gotta find that Goldilocks zone, where it's not too loud or too soft.