Monday, September 10, 2012
I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things. What’s the worst thing you can think of happening at a concert? I don’t mean deaths or anything negative befalling the performing artist, but rather the experience you have going to a show — what ruins a concert experience for you?
This summer I’ve come to witness the newest low amongst concert–goer infractions. It was Rock The Park in July, and headliner Slash began his fiery set with Myles Kennedy and The Conspirators following an afternoon of performances by Monster Truck, I Mother Earth and Bush. About four or five songs into the set, a drunk man weaving back and forth to the music in front of me suddenly half–turned, tucked his penis back into his pants and then disappeared into the crowd as everyone around suddenly realized the terrible truth: he had just peed on the guy in front of him. Sadly, the same happened to a dear friend of mine a couple of weeks ago at a concert in Toronto.
It’s no surprise concert etiquette has changed over the years, and these days concert–goers now have to find patience with people playing with their phones and cameras in addition to traditional concert faux pas. But when fans can’t feel comfortable or safe from assault amongst other fans, the experience as we know it will suffer profoundly.
So what’s the answer? Love thy neighbour at a concert. Treat others the way you would have them treat you. Or, consider the Dada Life philosophy: “Destroy dance music and have fun. Don’t look back in the past. Always go forward. Don’t think too much. Always follow the money. Do the Dada.”