Went to the Clarks concert last night. Man they are awesome. I mean so insanely awesome. I so greatly enjoy them. We even took Victor last year since they are pretty family friendly. Glad we didn't this year though. Opening band not so family friendly.
I have been to a lot of concerts in my short little life. I have been attacked my crowd surfers and mashed my mosh pitters. It was a Dropkick Murphey concert that made me swear off concerts all together. But then there was the Clarks. I just can't swear them off.
The atmosphere is just so different there than at my teenagerhood concerts. If they weren't different I wouldn't be attending.
Sadly, there were a fair amount of teenage boys, standing directly beside me, who can not differentiate between mosh pit bands and the Clarks. Last year at the fair the Clarks specifically said, "Please do not crowd surf, we don't want anyone to get hurt." No, he did not make that announcement this year, but I will always hold that as a standard at their shows.
When I was younger I almost never spoke up for myself, ever. I still have a hard time at moments. Somehow I think I am afriad they will relize that I am very small and easily ignored and thus will ignore me or yell at me back. I really don't like being yelled at. However the older I get, the more concerts I go to, the more perfectly willing I am to tell people around me when they are doing things I do not approve of. Maybe this sounds harsh. Let me point this out to you, I am 5ft 1in. Only 124 pounds while pregnant, I can not and will not try to hold up a crowd surfer.
The boys near me spent 2 songs trying to figure out which one of them was going to be lifted up. I couldn't stand it any more and finally poked a few of them in the back and said in a fairly angry voice, since other people had already come way too close to me, "if one of you really needs to be up there you better go in the other directions because we are really short over here and we will drop you." In my head was added "on purpose". Shortly after that they just started dancing and singing and just enjoying instead of plotting.
I know this story isn't all that exciting, I simply wanted to point out that my backbone seems to be growing even if stature is pretty stunted. It made me quite happy when we got to the point of just enjoying the show instead of the constant worry of having someone thrown on top of me. I was very proud of myself for ending the threat all on my own. I have even recently poked people that moved in front of me and reminded them how short I am and how they should not stand directly infront of me. Me in high school? yea... not talking to strangers I tell you that much. Some times I really wish I could go back and stand up for myself, I seem to have gotten much better at it. Plus I am so small, I am certainly not worth the time to beat up, though it wouldn't take very long at all.
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