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The only thing more frustrating than hearing (for the last decade or so) that Matt Good is an asshole is hearing it from half a room full of people who paid to see him. The old Lisa Simpson wonder of “why would they come just to ‘boo’ us?” is put into effect in this case.

You see, the audience of people who go to a Matt Good show can be split into three equal parts. Part A includes the fans. People that enjoy his music and appreciate the fact that he is attempting to grow and stretch himself as an artist, while at the same time being a very personal and passionate man. Part B includes the casual fan, that know his early work but “haven’t really heard the new stuff”. They are polite and nod their heads and chuckle when Matt delivers an amusing anecdote. Part C includes the beer swilling assholes themselves, the people who want to hear “Suburbia” right after he played it (yes, that happened). These are the people who mostly know only the singles and yell in between songs for them to be played. These people also repeat the title of that Dixie Chicks documentary, “Shut Up and Sing” whenever Mr. Good launches into a political tirade (or even a yarn about church-goers protesting him in Saskatchewan a night previous).