Today I went to a concert and it seriously felt like “Lessons in Concert Etiquette (Standing Room Edition).” Naturally, I figured it would be best to outline it all:
- Tall People: I’ll open with the disclaim that I realize it’s not easy being tall and I understand the “first come, first serve” value of a standing-room type concert, but as a short person I do think tall people should have some sense of consideration for people behind them. This particular person I talk about here had a shorter S.O., so I’ll give him some leeway, but he literally could look around and see over EVERYONE’s heads within 10 feet. So a note to the taller people in the world, let a couple of shorter people stand in front of you once in awhile – or you might get kicked out like this other guy a few feet away from where I was and was making a big deal about not doing so. Though, he only got kicked out because he then instigated a pushing match…
- Sitting on the Floor of a Standing Room Only Concert: There’s something about seeing everyone standing and only one couple sitting the entire time of the opening act and while waiting for the main act to show up. There was a third person sitting near us, but she just looked tired and maybe thought that since the other couple was sitting, it was okay. But this particular couple was just *sitting*. They didn’t look like they were tired, they just looked like they were taking up space and taunting everyone.
- Elbowing Your Way to the Front (To Take A Picture and Leave): My foot got stepped on. I hope her iPhone photo was worth it. On a brighter note, at least she left.
- Elbowing Your Way to the Front (And Staying There, And Leaving, And Trying to Come Back): Two girls “excused me” their way in front of me (after the new people I met let me stand in front of them because I’m short). Let’s call them Girl A and Girl B. Girl B left after a few songs, so we naturally scooted in as much as possible in the space after she left, which meant everyone behind us did too. When Girl B came back, she had no way to get back in. We specifically told Girl A this when she insisted we move so that Girl B could get through. She then argued about how much space she had around her and we argued that there was no space around us. After arguing with us for a bit, Girl A physically pulled Girl B over – as if I was transparent and she could move her friend over via osmosis. My herniated back did not like that so much. Eventually Girl A asks another guy in front of me if Girl B could move in front of them – and he said that he had no room either. But eventually he left with his girlfriend and Girl A moves over toward Girl B, while we took over the space she occupied. She then proceeds to argue with us about “not having space” to which we had an argument about how she had cut in in the first place. Between the set and the encore, one of the people I met felt they had to stand in-between to be a mediator.
I’m a fairly nice person, but I’m a big advocate of courtesy. If there’s space in front and you got there, all the power to you, but don’t push your luck. I know there’s great stories of getting to the front of the stage, but those stories are generally set in the fact that you bought the nosebleed seats. If you really cared, you should have waited in front for the 2-hours and stood through the opening act (which was actually pretty great this concert), like everyone else there.