Anyone else had an experience like this?
I am standing in a dense crowd near the stage in own little musical bubble, with the funky keyboards of Booker T Jones swirling around my head. Suddenly, I am barged from behind and forced to stagger forward. A small woman has pushed past me to take a photograph of the organ maestro. I shrug and get back in the groove. It happens again. The third time, I turn to her, moved to say something polite but firm.
Me Look, if you want to take a photo just tap me on the arm and I’ll move aside. The pushing kinda breaks the spell …
She You’re rude, you are!
Me Oh, and shoving me in the back without warning isn’t?
She (leaving for the back) You’ve spoilt my evening, you have!
I turn to watch her go and am confronted by a little guy with two large henchmen.
He That’s my missus you’ve been slagging off, mate …
Me Well, actually, it’s the other way around. I was standing there enjoying the music, when …
He Button it … there’s people here trying to enjoy the show!
That is rich. And his pet Neanderthals – no offence to that unfortunate species – manage to look offended on behalf of the whole audience. I leave, but only to find a bouncer. Once I’ve told him the problem and he’s reassured me that I can rely on him if there’s any trouble, I go back to stand exactly where I was when so – yes – rudely interrupted. The sound is perfect there and besides, a principle is at stake.
I’m trying to get back in the bubble but now I can’t help wondering why people have to take photos at moments of particular musical intensity, oblivious to the enjoyment of others around them? And why do people sitting down insist that others, inspired to stand up and dance, move out of their personal sightline to the stage when the generous thing would be to enjoy the dancers’ joyful abandon? Is visual obsession the new fascism … oh, buggeration, the gig’s over!