There are two kinds of people in this world...

...those who love music and feel it down to their very souls, and those who are content to leave it in the background.

This brilliant (natch) insight of mine is the only way I can explain why so many people could sit in a small, intimate cabaret while the amazing Paula West is singing... and talk.

In full voice.

On and off, throughout her performance.

What. The. FUCK??

Miss Sassyhair and I ventured out to the beloved Plush Room last night to see the great Ms. West again, and she dazzled us, as always. Many times, I was completely lost in the music, and I consider that a great gift.

But I couldn't help but notice the morons who were talking. The room is so small it's impossible not to hear people talking no matter where you're sitting, and I know the performers hear it.

I don't get it. Now, I've written about this before, but I am still at a loss to explain this behavior. How is it that so many people have no manners at all?

And manners aside, how can you sit a few feet from someone who's singing her ass off and TALK? How are you not drawn in by the artistry before you?

Music is one of my great loves. It always has been. Even as a pre-teen, I'd sit and obsess (for lack of a better word) over every word, every note, every beat of songs I loved. It's also intertwined with my love of dance, because there's almost nothing I love more than expressing myself to music. Expressing how the music makes me feel, through dance. Watching others do the same. (I'm sorry, I'm not explaining that very well. I don't know that I can explain it. I think you either feel it or you don't.)

It makes me sad to encounter people who are content to leave music in the background. They're missing so much.