signoire weissenberger was kind enough to point out my misuse of french terms. that's what i get for trying to look edumacated and trying to use french. for everyone's benefit:

coup de grâce ( P ) Pronunciation Key (k d gräs)
n. pl. coups de grâce (k)
A deathblow delivered to end the misery of a mortally wounded victim.
A finishing stroke or decisive event.

i should have used:

pièce de ré·sis·tance ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pys d r-z-stäs)
n. pl. pièces de ré·sis·tance (pys)
An outstanding accomplishment: “The bison is an evolutionary pièce de résistance, the result of thousands of years of genetic development under the toughest weather and geographical conditionsâ€

I don't know about French heckling, but endless drunken Ja Woll-ing gets on my nerves.

Oh, heckling the French, not heckling in French. Huh.

Heckling the French?



Captain America says No!

nick92675 wrote:signoire weissenberger was kind enough to point out my misuse of french terms.

I wish someone would have pointed out to me how I mispronounced "Nap Lajoie" for the last two decades.

I. Am. An. Idiot.

...

But Captain Britain has the monacle of death and the shepherds pie of eternal righteousness! You foolish foreigner.

Here's the blog I got it from:
link

Apparently, it's from Captain America 3, March 2005.

And here's the full page:
link

Rotten Tanx wrote:But Captain Britain has the monacle of death and the shepherds pie of eternal righteousness! You foolish foreigner.

Don't forget the rapier of piercing sarcasm. Sniff.

I enjoy & encourage the onstage engagement/banter/heckling when onstage.

Here's my favorite heckle, that work either onstage or as audient:


"YOU ARE TOTALLY NORMAL."


and when as audient, there's nothing like a well-placed brace of "PLAY THE ONE ABOUT CHICKS"
first, after perhaps the third song, or second audience engagement, and the second approx. 15 minutes later.

Inspired by this thread I made my first heckle last night. I went to see a band called Buccimazza, who were very good. They played a song called 'Trashman!', during which they threw bits of paper everywhere, and then the percussionist went round tidying up and putting the trash into a binbag.

When the song had finished, I waited for 5 seconds and then shouted






"Rubbish!"






Well, you gotta start somewhere.
I interviewed a couple of the band members after the show, and they said they had enjoyed the heckle, and bemoaned the lack of audience interest/participation. (There's a significant Dadaist element to their show).
I had drunk several pints by this stage, and informed them that the audience's somnolence was "probably due to Glasgow's massive heroin problem"