Gets it Right ----
Concert Etiquette Versus Drunk in
Why do people pay huge amounts of money to see a concert,
only to behave like complete idiots in public? I have
never understood that.
I was reading something about this very subject just
the other day. It brought to mind all of the concerts
I've been to in my life, and all of the crazy things
I've seen there. I'm sure everyone has their own concert
horror stories. Of their own antics, or the antics of
others. But this is about how just plain stupid some
people allow themselves to get.
I have been to a fair amount of concerts in my day.
Rock, country, heavy metal and soft rock. Anyone remotely
interested in music knows the difference between each
of these types of shows. The only concert where you
can't complain about the antics of the concert goers
is heavy metal -- what you see is what you get. If you
don't like what some metalhead is doing at a show, it's
best to just move. Save yourself the trouble and the
Surprisingly, the people I have complaints about have
been at shows by Vince Gill, Chicago, and the Grateful
The first time we saw Vince Gill was at the Richmond
Coliseum; great show with good seats, and luckily no
idiots. The second time we saw him was at the Classic
Amphitheater on Strawberry Hill, and was a different
Three or four rows in front of us was "Big Pony
Tail Lady." And when I say big, I'm not only referring
to her ponytail. We had what we thought were pretty
decent seats. That was until BPTL decided to stand.
Now, we’re talking Vince Gill here. He has a few
songs that would maybe require standing and clapping,
but not very many. He has quite the repertoire of ballads.
During these songs everyone sat. But not BPTL. She stood.
And swooned. And screamed the well-known concert standard,
OK, Vince is singing “I Still Believe In You”.
"WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!" is pointless and stupid.
Please stop. She was directly in front of us, swooning
and swaying, and (I'm going to quote Olympia Dukakis
from Steel Magnolias), "looked like two pigs fighting
under a blanket”. I finally had enough and yelled
at her and her ponytail to "please for the love
of everything that is holy, sit down!" To my surprise,
twenty or so people who where also tired of her, clapped
and yelled a resounding "YEAH!" I can't tell
you what she yelled back at me, but I hope she doesn't
kiss her mother with that mouth. She finally sat, right
after Vince said "Goodnight, see ya'll next time."
The Chicago concert was where "drunk hungry boy"
made an appearance. He was stumbling down each aisle.
I couldn't tell if he was actually looking for his seat
or if he was just trying to find an empty one. I watched
him intently, hoping he wouldn't make to my aisle, and
scared of what might happen if he did.
This guy gave new meaning to the word “hammered”.
This was a concert by Chicago, mind you, not Judas Priest.
But he lit in an empty seat about two rows ahead of
me. I watched him swagger, flop down in the seat, shove
his hand into an unsuspecting gentleman’s nachos,
mumble incoherently, then promptly puke all over himself.
Very moving. I have to say though, at least these people
usually pass out, and they no longer bother anyone.
Except for maybe the smell.
I was told not to expect any trouble at the Grateful
Dead show in RFK Stadium. Deadheads are just a bunch
of peace-loving hippie types, y’know. Except that
most of THESE hippie types were younger than me, high
on life and who knows what else. And not everyone was
so peace loving. In fact, a bunch of college-aged yahoos
were getting drunk and yelling how much the Grateful
This made no sense. They paid fifty bucks to get into
the show and were surrounded by 40,000 faithful followers,
so talking smack about the Grateful Dead was poor judgment.
They all got the crap kicked out of them. I think I
was the only sober person in the entire stadium. I like
that, though. Helps me remember how I once behaved,
and also keeps me sharp doing what I love best about
going to concerts, people watching.
I don't get to many concerts anymore, mostly because
getting babysitting for three kids is hard and expensive.
But when I do get to attend, I notice that not very
much has changed. Most people behave themselves, but
there are still those few that feel the need to drink
heavily and act stupidly, usually in that order.
Still, they make it fun to watch, as long as it's from
a safe distance.
Until next time.....