How do people sit at concerts? No really, HOW DO PEOPLE SIT AT CONCERTS!?!?!?
I'm not talking about the symphony or the opera, okay okay I understand how people sit at those type of concerts, I mean how do you sit at a rock concert? How? How do you feel the bass and sing along, and not stand up? I am baffled- As apparently also were several other concert-goers at last night's Sam Roberts show at Massey Hall... more on that in a moment...
Sam Roberts was one of my first concert loves. Sam Roberts at the Key to Bala. I think that was the first time I fell in love with a concert, the first time I felt like i was on the moon afterward. Cuz Sam Roberts- he is good live. What I mean is, he is GOOD live. I mean GOOD. I challenge you to see him live and not enjoy it. Seriously. My friend El doesn't really even like him on CD, but will drop everything to see him in concert. Its the energy! I know that sounds all lame and hippy-dippy, but its really the only way to describe it- The Sam Roberts Band have great energy on stage. They always look like they're having the time of their lives, they sing/play their hearts out, the sweat everywhere (you say 'gross', I say 'sexy') and they sound GOOD.
I've lost count of how many times I've seen them live (Once three times in four days...! OK, ok, I was going through a bit of a Sam Roberts phase...) but they never disapoint. And neither do the fans. There are many things I love about a Sam Roberts show, but the fans have gotta be right up there. The most random people love Sam Roberts. Seven year olds love Sam Roberts. Hard-core punks love Sam Roberts. Hippies with dreadlocks down to their knees love Sam Roberts. And those who love him LOVE him. No really, LOVE him, and don't care who knows it.
Last nights show was no exception. Now I should likely start off by saying that I haven't seen Sam Roberts play in a few years, and he did not disappoint even one little bit (the addition of a horn section just made it that much better), but I did go through the all-familiar concert psych-out before it started. You know, the I-haven't-seen-this-band-in-a-while-and-I-used-to-love-them-so-much-I-hope-I-am-not-just-gonna-be-disappointed psych out? Yeah, you never have to worry about that with Sammy. Everything I remembered about their shows was upheld with remarkable intergrity. What I did, hoever, forget, whas how entertaining the other fans were.
Casein point: sitting down.
Exhibit A) The soccer Mom. Older Lady, balcony, tight tan pants and an overly flowery shirt. Very excited. standing. Did not care at all that no one else around her was (apparently people think being in the balcony means you shouldn't stand up... bollocks. Stand up.). Awesome.
Exhibit B) Dude with the mohawk and dirty white tank top. totally opposite end of the standing-spectrum. He was standing. He was clapping. He was singing along (which in and of itself was super entertaining), and he was having none of anyone also not doing those three things. At one point he literally ran down the aisle, took another guy by the shoulders and started making him dance. Again, Awesome.
Alright so maybe I'm not exhibit A or B (not on the outside anyways...) but I secretly would love to be either of them (or both!) because here's the thing... ok I have no thing, I have no big eloquent reason, just a feeling. Just a feeling that if you're sitting down at a rock concert, you are missing out.
So here is a simple rule: If you can feel the bass, you should be standing up. Done.
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