RadRacer
The Fly
I was inspired by Icelle's post "ok so who was at the tip on the outside of the ellipse for SD1?" to push this into the public eye. Maybe it will help some of you compare. Icelle's experience reminded me of a Beastie Boys concert I went to in 2004, on which I wrote a little something. Here are some excerpts on the crowd (that concert was my second time in GA):
Once the performer gets on stage, there is a shove, like a wave from behind. This is an opportunity for you to move up, and if you stand yourself kind of sideways, chances are your shoulder will be pushed in between some people. The thing is, before the show, there were guys with their girls standing side-by-side behind the barriers, but now they took the girls in between their arms and they were holding on to the barrier and protecting their female with their back. Many of them did this, making it look like an impenetrable fortress. And it was. I never got in between them. I must say, it wasn't my intention to get farther ahead, but the thing I've noticed is that if you're not aggressive, you'll get pushed farther back.
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All the attention you had to give the crowd kind of made the experience suck. You constantly had to watch out for the waves, and it did involve pushing against or with, or in some direction, thus exhausting you. I remember at one time having trouble finding footing, because there was less space on the lower side than on the upper, for some reason. Then, occasionally you really had to "manage" the waves, and throw in your support one way or the other. Still other times, I looked someone in the face and briefly excused myself for being pushed into them so brutally. Other times, I had to watch out for a short person, or delicate, like a female, who, honestly, shouldn't be in this environment.
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Then, there were the annoying "maggots", people who would beg you for your space, or elbow in rudely. Let's be fair and separate them into two kinds: First one, the beggars. I can understand being tall is a problem when everybody who comes into the floor area thinks it's about seeing. I constantly get asked to switch places because of this. Let's get realistic, people. If we did that, we'd be at the end of the venue, in no time. It's just a simple matter of who's got the right strategy and staying power. Look at those people in front. It seems always they are smaller females. And if we take extra pains to endure the long wait, time our water and bathroom breaks well, we've earned our place, and so does everybody. It's not a first-come-first-serve, it's a test of stamina and strategy, because the first ones have to go through an arduous journey. Also, if you're open, you'll realize the Floor is about more than seeing the band up close. The greater fun potential lies in the dynamic of the moving crowd.
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The violent shovers. I had observed somebody who was somewhere in the back push himself all the way to the barricades, have a heated talk with his new neighbors, and then with security, but then remaining there. It's basically a powerless situation for justice, I think. Up in front, next to me, I also had three powerlifters - well, basically big guys, the type that likes to eat a lot and push a lot of weight. They worked in tag-team and were just unstoppable. The kinds of pushes they gave, you couldn't resist. When I found the elbow of my neighbor in my side, I decided to pull out and let him deal with the pushy type. But then, one of the big guys decided he was being disrespected, so he just pushed off from the people in front of him, arching his massive back, sending a whole section falling backwards, me at the very front. It didn't hurt; it was actually fun, such a large-scale motion, but only because I had given up my intentions of being in front. These guys are a problem, I think. What is security gonna do. Security can't crowd-dive in there and take 'em out. And if all of the people just give these people their will, the performer is not going to notice that there is not a good show going on, because there'll be plenty of frenzied fans in front.
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I have had guys worm their way past me, beg me, push me. I found it best to pretend I didn't notice them, and just give a kind of "soft" resistance, so they would have to work their way past me, and hopefully others, until they've missed most of the actual show. That should be their reward, so as to hopefully discourage such behavior.
Once the performer gets on stage, there is a shove, like a wave from behind. This is an opportunity for you to move up, and if you stand yourself kind of sideways, chances are your shoulder will be pushed in between some people. The thing is, before the show, there were guys with their girls standing side-by-side behind the barriers, but now they took the girls in between their arms and they were holding on to the barrier and protecting their female with their back. Many of them did this, making it look like an impenetrable fortress. And it was. I never got in between them. I must say, it wasn't my intention to get farther ahead, but the thing I've noticed is that if you're not aggressive, you'll get pushed farther back.
[...]
All the attention you had to give the crowd kind of made the experience suck. You constantly had to watch out for the waves, and it did involve pushing against or with, or in some direction, thus exhausting you. I remember at one time having trouble finding footing, because there was less space on the lower side than on the upper, for some reason. Then, occasionally you really had to "manage" the waves, and throw in your support one way or the other. Still other times, I looked someone in the face and briefly excused myself for being pushed into them so brutally. Other times, I had to watch out for a short person, or delicate, like a female, who, honestly, shouldn't be in this environment.
[...]
Then, there were the annoying "maggots", people who would beg you for your space, or elbow in rudely. Let's be fair and separate them into two kinds: First one, the beggars. I can understand being tall is a problem when everybody who comes into the floor area thinks it's about seeing. I constantly get asked to switch places because of this. Let's get realistic, people. If we did that, we'd be at the end of the venue, in no time. It's just a simple matter of who's got the right strategy and staying power. Look at those people in front. It seems always they are smaller females. And if we take extra pains to endure the long wait, time our water and bathroom breaks well, we've earned our place, and so does everybody. It's not a first-come-first-serve, it's a test of stamina and strategy, because the first ones have to go through an arduous journey. Also, if you're open, you'll realize the Floor is about more than seeing the band up close. The greater fun potential lies in the dynamic of the moving crowd.
[...]
The violent shovers. I had observed somebody who was somewhere in the back push himself all the way to the barricades, have a heated talk with his new neighbors, and then with security, but then remaining there. It's basically a powerless situation for justice, I think. Up in front, next to me, I also had three powerlifters - well, basically big guys, the type that likes to eat a lot and push a lot of weight. They worked in tag-team and were just unstoppable. The kinds of pushes they gave, you couldn't resist. When I found the elbow of my neighbor in my side, I decided to pull out and let him deal with the pushy type. But then, one of the big guys decided he was being disrespected, so he just pushed off from the people in front of him, arching his massive back, sending a whole section falling backwards, me at the very front. It didn't hurt; it was actually fun, such a large-scale motion, but only because I had given up my intentions of being in front. These guys are a problem, I think. What is security gonna do. Security can't crowd-dive in there and take 'em out. And if all of the people just give these people their will, the performer is not going to notice that there is not a good show going on, because there'll be plenty of frenzied fans in front.
[...]
I have had guys worm their way past me, beg me, push me. I found it best to pretend I didn't notice them, and just give a kind of "soft" resistance, so they would have to work their way past me, and hopefully others, until they've missed most of the actual show. That should be their reward, so as to hopefully discourage such behavior.