OPINION

The Concertgoer's Guide to Appropriate Behavior

Written by Eric Whelchel
Published October 29, 2007

The timid finger gently taps the back of the dancing concertgoer, currently engaged in a grotesque pelvic thrust that is part macarena, part electric slide, and all horror.

The concertgoer spins around as if shook from a dream, to hear a kind request to sit down so that the face of the timid finger can see the performer on the stage. The dancer answers by gruffly threatening future physical abnormalities and by telling the person to do something to herself that is physically impossible.

The dancer spins back around and continues his boogie-woogie-woogie. The woman sits in her seat dejectedly. Her seat happens to be a wheelchair.

This, of course, makes the dancing man the world’s biggest asshole.

I witnessed this at the recent Elvis Costello/Bob Dylan October 2007 show in St. Louis.

Only the intervention of a security guard convinced the dancer to at least move to the aisle, so that he could continue his gyrations without blocking the woman’s view. It also led to me to ponder the question of what qualifies as appropriate behavior for a music concert, since I have seen too many cases where norms of human decency have been scuttled in favor of behavior that would rival that of our knuckle-dragging ancestors.

The fact that this type of thuggish behavior has mostly happened at concerts by “established” acts (Dylan, Costello, R.E.M), and not at shows by less-known indie acts (The National, Silver Jews) is a topic probably best left for another day.

What follows is my humble attempt to create a modern day Hammurabi Code for Concertgoers. Minus the punishment by dismemberment and disembowelment.

Reserved Seating

You’ve just thrown down hundreds of dollars and donated several pints of blood in order to afford a couple Neil Young tickets, yet you aren’t exactly thrilled to be sitting at the top of the mountain:

  • Your reserved seat number is not a suggestion or a general approximation of where to sit. If your ticket says Nosebleed Balcony Seat 236, your posterior should be drawn like a magnet to the confines of that seat’s dimensions.
  • If you are occupying someone else’s seat and you get called out on it, don’t feign surprise and act like you were unaware you parked it in the wrong spot. Your hangdog expression and slow ascent into the wilds of less cozy environs within the venue gives you away every time.
  • People occasionally leave their seats to get a drink or buy $50 tour sweatshirts. When they come back to their seat, you shouldn’t be sitting there like a rock-n-roll Goldilocks.
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Eric Whelchel is a music enthusiast/junkie who really needs to ease off the sarcasm sometimes. In his free time he enjoys dodging thunderbolts from angry Skynyrd fans. He regularly writes for blogcritics.org and spectrumculture.com.
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The Concertgoer's Guide to Appropriate Behavior
Published: October 29, 2007
Type: Opinion
Section: Music
Filed Under: Music: Live Concerts, Culture: Humor and Satire
Writer: Eric Whelchel
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#1 — October 29, 2007 @ 16:38PM — Declan MacManus

How come no one shakes their ass whenever I sing "She?" That song is a rocking good blimey time, mates!

#2 — October 29, 2007 @ 16:50PM — Kevin Eagan [URL]

I was at the St. Louis Dylan/Costello concert you referenced and reviewed previously, and I have to say, I encountered quite a few assholes standing up right in my way and it was killing my experience of Costello. One guy near me (who was a bit tipsy, mind you) started yelling BITCH to this lady who couldn't find her seat in the dark, and she thought I yelled it! But she just huffed, and the guy next to me laughed. It was fun. Anyway, good article.

#3 — October 29, 2007 @ 21:00PM — Donald Gibson [URL]

A few months ago, I brought my mother to see Tom Jones playing at a local theatre. During the show, this one guy behind us kept talking to his wife, like they were in their living room or something. My mother, actually, got so irritated that she asked him if he could please quiet down. The guy flipped his lid, calling her names, which got me involved.

So the guy then said he'd beat me up (he was about 6'5" and plastered; I really didn't want to fight this dude). It was so surreal. I'm arguing with this fool while Tom Jones is singing "What's New Pussycat".

-Donald

#4 — November 1, 2007 @ 01:36AM — Liuzhou Laowai

Then there are the selfish no brains who hoist their girlfriends onto their shoulders and block the view of even more people.

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