So I was really looking forward to taking my husband to see the English Beat, an old British 80’s ska band known for songs like “Save it For Later”, “Tears of a Clown”, “Mirror in the Bathroom”, and “Can’t Get Used to Losing You”. Dave Wakeling, the lead singer, also went on to sing for General Public. I had seen them a few years ago at an 80’s concert (with Berlin, Flock of Seagulls, and I don’t remember who else) and really enjoyed them. Although I was the only one of my friends who knew who they were…lol..
Anyway…they were playing last night at the Culture Room, a tiny venue in east Ft. Lauderdale that reminded me of someone’s basement–yes, folks, it was THAT small. Well, that didn’t really bother me (aside from being quite frightened that we would get blown away by the decibel level, being that we were standing practically on top of the stage).
We got there just before doors opened (being the fuddy duddies that we are, it said doors opened at 8pm so we got there just after). We were excited that we secured a fantastic spot on the second floor that overlooked the stage…and then we waited. And waited. And waited (yawn…). That still wasn’t totally the problem. It was the SMOKE. Cough cough…choke choke.
Now, again, I’m no prude, and I’m a former smoker, but I can’t stand being indoors and surrounded by clouds of smoke. It seemed like everyone on the lower level was puffing away, and of course, all the smoke was floating up nicely to the top, where we were. But I nearly lost it when a guy right behind me lit up and blew the smoke pretty much in my face.
That was the last straw. I honestly couldn’t breathe. So we decided to forfeit our coveted spots and head out to the patio for a breath of fresh air. Cough cough…choke choke. More smokers abounded out there. Sigh…I tried to find some sanctuary with a patch of fresh air, but it was impossible.
And being that it was now nearly 9:30pm and Bad Manners, the first band, hadn’t gone on stage yet, we decided to see if we could get a refund.
Surprisingly, when I told the guy selling tickets that we didn’t know it was a smoking venue (which was true) and that I couldn’t breathe, he gave us our money back (all $40.00 of it–okay, so we lost $10.00 in service fees that we paid Ticketmaster, but I was happy just to get something back!) and we headed home.
Very disappointing, to say the least. I guess I’ll have to make due with downloading my favorite English Beat songs from iTunes and jam out on my own, in a deliciously smoke-free environment.
And to you smokers out there? Have a heart. Let the rest of have some fresh air once in a while, would ya?
