During my 15-plus years at OnMilwaukee, Iâ€™ve had people write to ask me for bar and restaurant advice, tickets to concerts and festivals, behind-the-scene tours and connections to prominent Milwaukeeans. And thatâ€™s fine. I help when I can.
Recently, however, I received my favorite Milwaukee request of all time, sent via Facebook Messenger.
"Dear Molly," wrote my Facebook friend. "Just one time in my life, I would love to hear â€˜Add it Upâ€™ (by the Violent Femmes) without the f*cking crowd singing along. Seriously, I donâ€™t ask for much."
Most Femmesâ€™ fans accept that when songs from the first self-titled album are performed live â€“ "Good Feeling" possibly excluded â€“ itâ€™s completely acceptable to belt out a few "why canâ€™t I gets" or "kiss off into the airs." I mean, câ€™mon, these songs are our coming-of-age anthems. They mean more to us than some of our relatives do.
At the same time, I like the idea of people not singing along with shows because often itâ€™s really annoying. And it sometimes leads to over-hugging between friends, extensive beer spillage and nostalgia-based hook ups.
The thing is, singing along with live bands is also really fun â€“ especially if you have a few drinks under your belt and itâ€™s the song you lost your virginity to or the one that totally defines your relationship with your ex. I mean, in these cases, how can you not?