And on a completely separate note, since when did people start dressing up to go to gigs? I was at the Tripod last night, in my 2007 Arcade Fire t-shirt and Dunne’s Stores jeans, and am still getting over the shock of the style on offer; designer shirts, skinny jeans, oversized bags; and that was just the men. Why would you want to get glammed up just to get hot and sticky and covered in beer? Is it because everyone watches the band through their mobile phone screens now, too busy tweeting about the gig to bother jumping up and down in an uncoordinated manner in the mosh pit? I blame it on the smoking ban myself. Clothes are no longer at risk of smelling like an ashtray after a night out, so faded second hand jeans salvaged from the mothballed recesses of a dusty shop in Temple Bar are being replaced by “vintage” denim with a three figure sales tag in BT2 and old band t-shirts are being consigned to Oxfam shops.
Or maybe it’s a leftover from the Celtic Tiger.
Or maybe I’m just getting old.
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I'm pretty sure that it's a leftover from the Celtic Tiger. Every time we visit Ireland, we're amazed at how some or our family will change their clothes just to go grocery shopping. God forbid they should look like they've been working around the house.
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