It's been nearly a year since four fans sued the band Creed for
putting on a lousy show. The concert was held in Chicago last
December. That in itself is reason to sue. No one should have to
leave his house to do anything during a Chicago winter. I'm not a
lawyer, but booking a rock band during the winter strikes me as
liable on the basis of inducement.
I should note that I have no idea what that means. But doesn't
inducing somebody to do something sound like something
The Creed fans claimed the band's performance stunk up the joint
because its members were intoxicated. Suing a rock band for being
intoxicated is a little like suing a cat for having whiskers.
Personally, I think the fans should have sued themselves for going
to a Creed concert in the first place. I mean, how can you tell
when those guys are bad?
Apparently, Creed can tell. They apologized on their Web site.
In the '70s, a rollicking, free-falling, accident-waiting-to-happen
band like Rod Stewart and the Faces, widely known for its sloppy
shows, would A) be celebrated, not sued, for its party-hearty
bonhomie; and B) never, ever apologize for it.
Oh, how times have changed.
And I'm adapting.
I went with my 13-year-old son to a rock concert this summer. It
was general admission, which meant we had to arrive early if we had
any chance of securing a spot within a zip code of the stage. After
defending our seven inches of space for what seemed like weeks, the
lights dimmed and a roar went up from the crowd as the band strode
onstage. Exactly at that moment, a wall was erected directly in
front of us. The Great Wall of Tall Guys. We spent the entire
concert on tiptoe, craning our necks around the tilt of the Tall
Guys' heads, hoping to catch a glimpse of the band we came not only
to hear but to see!