Lucinda Albers
I’ve been to my fair share of concerts. Country, pop, rock … many different genres. I’ve enjoyed the majority of them and plan on going to quite a few more in my lifetime, possibly even make a career of some sorts out of it.
And one thing I’ve noticed, ecspecially lately, is how completely annoyed I get by the little girls and boys who now attend the concerts as I did when I was their age.
This became particularly obvious to me while attending the Switchfoot concert on April 24. It wasn’t bad enough that as soon as I walked into Swiftel, I saw two boys, no older than 14, walking around in tie-dyed t-shirts, screaming on their cell phone: “We’re gonna rock!” But also, as I moved through the crowd, I noticed that a majority of those attending looked like they were still in high school.
Four girls in particular struck my nerve zone and irritated, to put it lightly, the shit out of me. For a good 15 minutes before the show started, they talked about how hot the lead singer of Switchfoot is, traded purses, screamed at the boys next to them through their perfectly glossed lips, smoothed their straightened, dirty blonde hair (yes, they all had EXACTLY the same hair style) and put on a perfume strong enough to make me gag.
Once more people started coming, these girls started getting squished and cramped. At this point, I heard a lot of whining and complaining about the closeness of the group. Here’s a hint: If you can’t handle the pushing, get out of the front of the crowd. You will NEVER make it. Give up now. Go read a book or something. I don’t want to deal with you.
These girls had also made a sign for Switchfoot, which later got stolen, allowing me to once again listen to more whining (“Brandon, they stole my poster!” “Hey! Get my poster back!” etc.).
But the kicker was when Lovedrug got onstage and a guy in the crowd yelled “You look like Bob Saget” to the lead singer. These girls in turn asked: “Who’s Bob Saget?”
I immediately turned to two of my high school friends, who watched Full House religiously with me every lunch break, and saw that they had the same shocked and disgusted look on their faces.
I just turned 20. I am by no means, in my opinion, old. But I have never felt so out-of-date as I did at that moment.
I don’t remember being that immature and just plain idiotic when I was that age. And I hope that others didn’t see me as I saw these girls. I could never forgive myself if they did.
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