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Listen: it takes an extremely loving partner to agree to go to a random concert with the person they\u2019re dating. I might as well get the Best Girlfriend Ever Award, because when my music-major boyfriend asked me to go to a show with him, I knew it was gonna be some nonsense. And I truly am sorry. If you\u2019re one of those hardcore Geordie Greep fans, please stop reading, because all I\u2019m gonna do is make you mad and I\u2019d rather not ragebait a bunch of white men today. My Instagram DM requests can\u2019t take that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I get it, though. I fit the direct stereotype you\u2019d expect me to fit. The Boygenius\/Clairo\/Laufey-loving girlfriend getting dragged to a Geordie Greep concert by her boyfriend, listening to his music for three hours straight (THREE HOURS! btw) despite the fact that she really doesn\u2019t get it. I won\u2019t pretend that I can recite Kurt Cobain\u2019s whole Wikipedia article by memory. I shouldn\u2019t even be writing for AROUSE: my level of music comprehension is like that of a thirteen year-old newly-realized queer kid who just discovered Tumblr. I\u2019m not going to pretend it\u2019s any deeper than that. But boy, Geordie Greep, I have a proposition for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greep\u2019s concert took place at the Bluestone, a former church with beautiful stained glass windows and a disco ball hung up from the ceiling. The venue has a deeply impressive lighting design that makes you wonder if you\u2019re inside an old church or an incredibly overstimulating dream. There, I saw the longest vape pulls I have ever witnessed, an improvised song about Ohio, and random meowing that happened for like two whole minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Among the sea of overgrown buzzcuts and baseball caps, of sweaty bodies and a white dude throwing crazy, crazy ass right next to me, there was one glimmer in the crowd. Two people who brought joy into my soul, a flutter against my beating heart: two lesbians swing-dancing to the middle of the 20-minute (30-minute? 40-minute?) \u201cBongo Season\u201d song. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before the concert, my boyfriend told me that \u201cGeordie Greep makes music for men who think they are weird and are weird.\u201d This might shake a few boats, but I thoroughly believe that this supposed \u2018quirkiest man\u2019 does not even hold a candle to the least quirky non-male identifying person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It only makes sense for Greep to cater to an audience of queer women (or queer people who aren\u2019t men!). That man was made for Broadway. I wish they turned his mic up even a tiny bit, because a moment of his voice getting drowned out by the two talented but very loud percussionists on stage is a piece of heaven lost to my ears. Armed with the voice of an angel and the dramatics to be able to perform for hours at a time, he was born to be cast as the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera<\/em>. And trust that queer people have the strength and devotion to navigate Ticketmaster queues. In the same way that Bo Burnham healed and broke sapphic hearts in 2021, Geordie Greep is for the girls.<\/p>\n\n\n\nGeordie, if you are listening to me: you will probably have lifetimes of good karma if your audience consisted of queer people. Transfer Faye Webster fans over to you, and you probably won\u2019t have to deal with the heckling and the crazy moshing. Just good vibes and a wolfcut-majority audience. And think of the merch you\u2019d be able to sell: carabiners, tote bags, crochet kits of little Geordie Greeps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So please, Geordie, realize this potential that you have. Do everything you\u2019re already doing, but for the gays. You already pop up on stage with a tracksuit, man, just embrace it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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