This just in: Quinnipiac students realize that not everyone has the same taste in music.
Oh my God. If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone complaining on YikYak about The Driver Era headlining Wake the Giant, I’d be able to pay for all of you whiners to see the mainstream rap artist of your choice.
Since I’ve gotten here, we’ve booked Rappers NLE Choppa (who didn’t perform due to “dehydration”), Quavo and even Flo Rida. I don’t care for any of these artists, but I did not whine and moan about it loud enough for former Quinnipiac President Judy Olian to hear in Arizona.
Complainers just need to accept that it may not be a “bad artist,” but rather not their style. That’s not a crime.
And of course, people can express their opinions; I’m not a hypocrite. But when I say “whining,” I mean going to Instagram comment sections and commenting (alone) and harassing the Student Programming Board.
I’m going to be honest: I never pay attention to SPB. I appreciate its work, and it has all my praise, but I don’t think I’ve ever given them a second thought. So to go and attack its members on anonymous platforms like YikYak, or even a public forum like Instagram, is absolute insanity.
“We wanted A Boogie.” Well guess what? He isn’t an option anymore. Sorry you feel edged, but it is what it is.
Let’s face it: we aren’t going to get an A-list Grammy winner to perform at our tiny private college in Connecticut. I would love to have singer Zara Larsson here, but we’re not exactly Yale. I hate the elitism too, but it’s there.
Frankly, having sweaty singer and actor Ross Lynch, tearing his shirt off sounds pretty great to me. I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but there’s a good number of people who would drink that up. I would drown in it.
People are acting like their mom just told them it was someone else’s turn to pick a TV show. Go to your room and cry about it in your pillow or something, it’s just a concert.
I get it, it’s some of our last, including my own, but we’re privileged enough as it is to get a concert in the first place.
Act like an adult, and stop publicly whining about it. Get a journal.