Mountain Clams

Tribute

1964 The Tribute. I think that's the name of the band we saw at Red Rocks. They're a Beatles band that plays stuff from the earlier Beatles invasion. They dress like the Beatles, they sound like the Beatles, they hold instruments like the Beatles. All in all, from what I could see, they were pretty good.

I say, "from what I could see," because the couple in front of us spent a lot of time on their feet. The girl was dancing almost non-stop, and the guy felt compelled, I suppose, to stand up next to her while she danced, doing his best "wall" imitation. Given that Red Rocks is not the most stadium-like of venues -- and good thing, too since they make you gain a couple hundred feet in altitude to get to your seat as it is -- so seeing past them was a real pain in the ass. During the intermission, my wife and I moved up a row, but that didn't help. They were still in our line of sight. No amount of asking, yelling or anything could get them to sit for any amount of time. At one point, the guy to our right proved Murphy's Law. He yelled at them to sit down, and a moment later, "Paul" told everyone in the audience to stand up!

At the end of the show, the "wall" turned around and demanded the guy next to us apologize to his wife for telling her to sit down. Well, this guy didn't want anything to do with him or his woman, so tried to ignore him. When it became evident that he wasn't going to go away, I entered the conversation and told him to go ... um... whiz up a rope, or something like that. Really, who needs that kind of stress?

So what is the etiquette for going to concerts and standing versus sitting? Most of the crowd sat for most of the performance, except for these two and a handful of others. There was occasional standing up, but for the most part, people kept their seats and allowed everyone to see the show. Were these two just buttholes or was it me?

Labels: entertainment

posted by Brett @ 4:55 PM