So I covered a Paramore concert for work recently and I sat contently on the second floor of Terminal 5 and watched out on the floor below me as a bunch of 18 year olds pushed each other around to the sound of the music. And I was thinking, “I do not miss those days at all.” Fucking standing at shows with all these people pushing you? Fuuuuckkkk that. I hated it. I loved going to shows but I hated all those people touching me. And like, standing there waiting for a random boot to hit your face. Or some sweaty asshole’s body suddenly hovering over you.
And I watched this crowd for the entirety of the show and they almost looked like a school of fish as they collectively moved back and forth over the floor. I noticed that the people resisting the push of the crowd, the people resisting the “moshers” and the crowd surfers, they were having the worst time.
I know it’s goofy but since this show, I keep thinking about that crowd of people and how sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Sometimes you just have to let the school of fish lead the way and stop trying to fight it all, all the time.
What I’m saying is B chill, bros.
Also, I’m hungover. This feels v meaningful right now.
