on concert etiquette

11:33 PM

This is the story about the time I got separated from my concert buddies and found myself in the middle of a mosh pit with a crazy drunk Latina girl.

First, this was at the Young the Giant / Grouplove concert. It sounded like a super great idea four months ago when SarKar and I were both obsessed with them and finals were a thing of last fall. Then, come April 3, our spirits were a little lower and our homework load a little higher. My stack of papers to finish was tripling in size by the hour, but WHO ARE THOSE PAPERS to deny me the soul-enriching experience that can only be found at a concert???

Both groups were excellent. Man, music is great stuff. I went with Sarah and her beau, but unbeknownst to us all, half the crowd was there to see the opening band, not just them Giants. Don't think me naive, but I'm used to the craziness starting when the main act comes on, and the opening band to be greeted with head bobs and pity claps. But Grouplove is kind of the shiz, and by letting my concert-guard down I was easily swept to the other side of the room like a dust bunny.

I probably could have found my friends if I'd tried. But I got close to the bar several times and I didn't want to waste the ample opportunity of making new friends and great people watching. Plus, I gained a greater understanding of concert etiquette.

(CONCERT and ETIQUETTE used in the same sentence say whuttttt?)

Perhaps "concert etiquette" would be better understood as "concert social norms." Because nothing is very polite when it comes to shoving, swearing, elbowing, copping a feel, screaming, and hip checking. The thing that I love about these shoving swearing people, though, is there seems to be a sense of camaraderie understood by concert veterans. People are there to have a good time.

I've mentioned before how much I love the people you meet at concerts. It amazes me how so many different people can come together and share that love of one band. I mean, I became friends with a gaged-eared dude named Steve. I doubt we would ever have bonded under different circumstances, but Young the Giant brought us together.

Anyway, though I have come home from concerts with ringing ears and an occasional bruise, I rarely feel threatened or unsafe. I find comfort in that camaraderie. People are there to sing along, they're there to jump up and down. They're there to help people up when they fall down, or to lift them out of the pit when they're spent.

That being said, there are a LOT of clauses with those "nice friendly people."
(drunk people, high people, inherently mean people, disinterested people, unaware of surroundings people, and inexperienced concert-going people)

Right behind me, was a seemingly drunk, short girl and her brother. Or maybe it was boyfriend. I'm not really sure. She fell into the drunk, unaware of surroundings, and maybe even the inherently mean people groups. She was two-handed shoving everyone around her to create an area where she and her boyfriend/brother/friend could dance to themselves. I definitely fell victim to one of those shoves, which sent my forehead flying into the bicep of the buff wife-beater man standing nearby. She brushed off the angry eyebrows of the skinny, attractive hipster standing next to her by saying, "we're just trying to have fun!" and then she would cool it for a few minutes. Then Giant would play some "Cough Syrup" or something, and she was back to boxing. And then skinny hipster tried to punch her. And then a circle formed around this crazy chick all cussing her out for her behavior. And then security came. And then we tried to explain the situation to security.

Have you ever tried to explain ANYTHING to ANYONE at a rock concert? It's a wonder that I didn't get thrown out. Or that they didn't actually think we were speaking Vulcan.

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