Okay -- it's happened to us all. You are having a great time at the show, then someone or a group of somones kind of spoil it. And it usually comes down to a lack of respect for those around you. Usually do to an over use of alcohol.
I am usually sweet as pie. A nice person -- sometimes to nice, and I get a little advantage of. But not at concerts -- I turn into a raving bitch if some drunk turd interferes with my or a concert friend's concert experience. The worst was the Softy Boys, 2004, Bowery Ballroom. Two lads who mistook the 12-string, psychedelic love fest that is the Soft Boys for a death metal show, and moshed their ways into a near nose-bleeds.
I knew I was in trouble when the dark haired one said to the blond, "I'm not gay, but I would BLEEP Robyn Hitchock up the BLEEP if I could." I don't know, sounds pretty queer to me. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
So, these lads moshed and pogoed through the show -- and on my foot. It was so bad that folks who had a bad spot were not willing to switch with my primo spot right in Robyn's H's line of vision. I finally had to grab Dark haired lad and threaten him with bodily harm if he did not stop stepping on me.
BTW -- these were the same geniuses who -- after lighting up a doobie at sole Hitchcock show --did not catch on that the object of their non-gay gay lust was making fun of them. Hitchcock: "Smoking marijuana is like walking down a long hall lined with door and it does not stop it keeps going and you look at your watch and it has no hands. " Lads: "Whoo -hoo!!!" dumbasses.
Then there was the intoxicated lass (you could have started a car with her breath) who barged her way to the front of the Wilco stage and began to dance on top of the women who had waited hours in line for a primo, front row spot. Bad form.
So, if you want to sit and contemplate to music, or shake your thang, here are some suggestions I have to ensure that all people can have a great time. As the great Jeff Tweedy said, "It's not just you. You're part of a group of people in a really beautiful way. It's wonderful."
Let's keep it wonderful, folks!
1 -- No talking during solo acoustic shows (that's obvious)
2 -- Make friends! Friends make the long wait on line fun and interesting. Friends save your spot in the front row -- that you braved hours in the boiling sun, soaking rain, or freezing cold for - when you need a drink, snack, or potty.
3 -- If you want to get in the front at a General Admission show, get on line early with the rest of the die hards -- the folks who braved hours in the boiling sun, soaking rain, or freezing cold. I don't care if your sweet gray-haired grandma is in the front row, just don't do it. And just because your boobs are big and shirt is low, does not mean entitlement for the front. You have to work or pay for it.
4 -- Respect personal space. Feel free to dance and bop at will -- I do -- but no one wants you mashing up against them or stepping on their toes. Try what I do -- I don't move my feet. I bounce in place. A bonus -- this is a great upper thigh and ass work out. If I had 2 or 3 shows a week, my ass would be rockin!
5-- Respect the opening act. They are well aware that we can't wait for them to end, but if the bands we love like them enough to have them open, then they deserve our attention.
Those are my thoughts. Discuss.
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Songs You Can't Listen to at Work
Rock-n-Roll "N Word" Patty Smith (I can't even write it down!)
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