Concert-ed Activities

I've seen many things at concerts I've attended and most of these actions are forgivable considering their circumstances; such as:

Sheets of sweat rocketing off D. Boon, the late lead man of the Minutemen, and spattering me about the head, face and neck regions (after all...he was an exceedingly large man and they are prone to moisture production when active).

The inevitable bellowed request for Free Bird from audience members even when not attending a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert.

A cotton barrage of undergarments pelting the Welsh great, Tom Jones, in a mass orgiastic fit by overly-excited female fans when he gyrates his way through his hits. What's new pussycat, indeed.

Many many instances of fellow concert attendees emptying their respective stomachs all about the concourses, bathrooms, seats, railings, shirt vendors, ushers, et cetera when their alcohol content hits Critical levels.

Gobs of spittle projected in the general direction of one Mister John Lydon while fronting his second band, Public Image Limited, as a salivary homage to the heady (frothy?) days when he led the Sex Pistols.

Folk in costumery imitating the Headlining act; 'flower pot'-esque lids a la Devo, horrific masks like Gwar, Robert Smith-ian big hair and lipstick, faux beards and berets honoring Richard Thompson, flannel shirts to salute Mike Watt, strap-on plastic stomachs as a nod to Meat Loaf...and so on.

But there is one thing...

One thing I cannot forgive:



Air Harmonica.

What the hell was that fellow thinking whilst at the THE THE Dusk show?

It looked much more like he was miming 'I am eating this sandwich in a very rapid and wiggley manner' than he was playing along to one of his favorite Matt Johnson tunes.

Any other Air instrument I can overlook; be it guitar, drums, saxophone, trumpet...hell, even xylophone.

But NEVER...NEVER Air Harmonica.

That's just plain ridiculous.

T