I went to see a RUSH, the Canadian power trio, concert with Brent a few weeks ago, but I forgot to tell you all about it. I’m sure you were disappointed, so let me make up for it now.
It was awesome. They started playing at 7:30 and, except for a brief intermission when they took their Geritol, played straight through until 10:45. At one point they played the entire Moving Pictures album straight through. It was amazing.
Brent’s high school classmate, Allen Runge flew up from Texas for the concert, and we talked to him during intermission. He had box seats. This means two things from what I could tell: (1) his seat was further away and (2) He had to sit down for the whole concert.
Speaking of sitting down, I’m not a sitter at concerts. I much prefer the “rock on dude” concert scene. If you’re going to sit down, you might as well be in your living room. Luckily this was the general consensus of the people we were “sitting” around. Unfortunately, the rather large guy who was sitting behind me such that I was in a direct line between him and the stage did not share out feelings on the matter.
He suggested that I sit down. I suggested that perhaps he was too old to attend concerts. He pointed out that he had paid $100 for a concert he was not able to see. Ultimately, Brent and I traded places with him and his, here I’m just assuming, wife.
This, of course, obligated me to remain standing and him to remain seated for the remainder of the concert. We both understood this implicitly and proceeded to do so.