One Divine Concert

The Breeders, Sunday June 8th at the The Fillmore at the TLA

The show was SO good. I remember seeing Ms. Deal about 10 years ago at the same location, then it was just called the TLA, but you know, other than the branding, it remains unchanged.

The last time I saw her perform, I went to the show with my boyfriend, his brother, and their roommate. All Irish boys and all desperate to be ‘cool’, especially in their taste in music. If I remember correctly they all stood around, careful not to move or bop their heads, or indicate their appreciation of the music through any physical manifestation.

Last night whilst bobbling my head around ostensibly to the beat, I noticed a few men exhibiting this dance-floor rigger mortise.  I mean, they were still beyond still. In a sea of pogoing 80’s throwbacks, these islands of flesh were immobile.  They did not so much as a sway, a twitch or even nod FOR 1.5 HOURS!

We’re not talking about a couple of guys simply not dancing.  This was an all out, full-body PROTEST.  It’s like they were proving they were completely unmoved by the music at all. I started imaging them exhibiting signs of great disdain for their fellow, more mobile, concert-goers.

Thank god I was there with one of my girlfriends, a woman after my own heart who danced and pogoed unabashed, an unbridled, breasts asunder.  We were totally in the moment and we LOOKED it.

Newsflash to stoics, even serious music is fun.  It’s OK to look like you are, in fact, HAVING fun.

After the show while waiting for MK to purchase her tee, a line of three boys walked past me, slightly fatter, slightly balder, and still very Irish.