Have you ever been to a concert where they open up the area in front of the stage so that fans can come and photograph their heroes, and shake their booties to the tunes? They are fun right? Everyone (for the most part) has paid to be there and are obviously a fan of the same genre of music as you, which is at least some connection, right?
So why do I always encounter the angry-ists who dominate the front row seats of these affairs and scream bloody murder if anyone remotely has the audacity to even think about standing in front of them? Just yesterday I was at a great open air concert and had tickets to the VIP section. I and several girlfriends were up there in front of the stage, so close that we could count the nasal hairs on the bass guitarist, and could tell who in the band was not circumcised! This area was several feet deep in front of the first row of chairs in the VIP area.
A couple, (man and woman), sat with their arms folded across their chests in a “don’t ‘F’ with me” stance, and had their legs so far outstretched that people were tripping over them left, right, and center!
Every time someone had the nerve to actually stop in front of them, they would yell and scream and wave their arms at the perpetrator, shooing him away with all kinds of choice expletives!
Surprisingly most of the offenders were so shocked by this outburst, and scurried away into the shadows with their tails between their legs, like naughty children being caught red handed with their father’s playboy magazine. Perhaps they thought that these tyrants were concert security and/or bodyguards to the band, or perhaps that they were secret service officials protecting the boundaries of the president who was secretly attending this concert?
But these tactics continued to work throughout the evening. At one point we witnessed them actually throwing one of our bags several feet forward on the ground, as it had obviously passed the sacred perimeter around them! WTF? So the friend who was the owner of said bag, gave them a piece of her mind, and it wasn’t pretty!
They had obviously failed ‘anger management classes’ several times over and were so wrapped up in what others were doing that they probably left not having heard one song or seen one great performance? They probably wonder where the heck they had been last night. All they remember is the terrible folks who were “enjoying” themselves by standing, dancing, jumping up and down, and dare I say, breathing??? All done in a provocative, shameless way right there in the open! Disgraceful!
And let me finish this weekly rant by adding, this was not a classical concert where one is expected to sit politely with their hands in their laps and to not even sneeze until intermission. No, this was a country music festival held in a big ole field! Get a life and some laxatives you constipated concert goers!