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Last night I took my delightful sister to see New Found Glory at the Hawthorne Theatre. For those who have not heard or had forgotten, NFG is a pop punk band that I discovered some debatable time back between the end of the nineties and the middle of the thousands. You know, exactly at the time I crawled out of that paper bag and began to take notice of music. I had at least two of their cds and I would freak out with joy whenever their Song came on the radio, and pretty much I loved them devotedly. Then some rat bastard (the only grudge in my life that no modicum of bitterness has ever left) stole my cds, all of my cds, out of my crappy car while I was at the gym because, ha, I used to go to the gym, and. There was no more New Found Glory for me. So I mostly forgot all about them. Then about a month ago my amazing sister asked me if I’d ever heard of New Found Glory. Of course I had! Rat bastard, blah blah blah…

And then she asked me to take her to their show. So last night we went, and it was pretty much awesome. It bloweth the small mind how I can meet a person and immediately (and I mean immediately) forget their name, but approximately eight years after the fact I can still remember all the angsty little lyrics from all of NFG’s bouncy little songs. I had fun, except for the fact that it was a four hour show (?!) and I am not used to bopping and dancing and doing that punk rock head bang/knee bend thingy for four hours, and that I am not used to going without a cigarette for four hours, ever. I also have all of my general bitching to do about crowds.

Crowds befuddle me. You can take what may be a perfectly nice tall person, put them in a crowd, and suddenly every bit of entitlement issue rises to the surface and they will elbow their way ruthlessly through all the shorter bits of humanity till they are right in front me; then they will glare at me whenever I jump to see over their tall shoulder or put my head kind of under their elbow to see around their substantial bulk, and just…if you didn’t want me to go to all this work to see things, then maybe you should have stopped one brick short of that wall, dude. I personally am very nice in crowds. If there is someone shorter than me, which doesn’t happen frequently I admit but if there is, I make a space for them right next to or in front of me. I spent the last hour of the show feeling very sorry for this one very short little boy who had to be about fourteen, and mad props to modern fourteen year olds who can appreciate NFG, because he started out right in front of me, unmolested and with a clear view, and then three big tall guys showed up and knocked him out of the way. Because I am something of a mother hen, I offered him my spot but he was too much of a gentleman or straight up didn’t want to deal with the tallness, because he declined. So I satisfied our common loss by bumping into the tall guys as often as the spirit moved. Crowds. Like I said, take a generally nice person…

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