I had waited for quite some time to select a concert that would serve well as my nine year-old's first show. Daddy loves music and has regaled him with many tales of the many concerts witnessed. I waited out the scalpers and got third-row Krauss/Plant tickets the morning of the show for less than face value. My son and I got there early, and got into our seats. We both enjoyed Sharon Little, but the mood drastically changed with Plant and Krauss took the stage. The rude imbiciles behind us spilled their whiskey on me twice (hey, I'm a drinker, but I don't like smelling like one when I drive) and didn't apologize. They talked, loudly, among themselves about friends, past drunkeness, etc. I didn't really notice, or get bothered, until Krauss sang an acapella, and haunting, gospel tune that really got to me, at least until the morons behind us kicked me in the back while laughing about some inane joke. The fact that they felt this behavior was acceptable was more disturbing to me than the behavior itself. It's simply a microcosm of our society, in that many people feel they are more important than anyone else. My son was hurt, as it disturbed his enjoyment of an outstanding show. And the person who argues that the idiot's behavior is acceptable? I'd say that goes back to the lack of rearing they got from their parents. Mine taught me to respect others, at least until they piss you off enough to pound them into submission.
By Hannah Sayle, Chris Herrington, Chris Shaw, Louis Goggans, Greg Akers and Bruce VanWyngarden
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