Tall people, clappers, and now… me.
This is one major improvement that could happen at concerts. I could have a better attitude. I need to stop getting annoyed by other people. I need to relax more. And I need to stop wanting to go home after a few songs. Last night, we went to see Antony and the Johnsons. It was in the Volksbühne, a very nice sit-down theatre type of place, so all of Berlin’s beautiful people were out in force for Berlin’s, ahem, hot ticket.
I was looking forward to it, and I was quite enjoying it. But I was tired, it was hot. My mind kept wandering: the new Batman and Robinson tenth episode … the work I’m doing this week … that story about the weather that I want to do … if I look over the top of my glasses then through my glasses, back and forth, the spotlights go blurry clear blurry clear blurry clear … hmmm, that guy next to me, when he’s tapping his foot, his leg’s rubbing against mine … oooh, and now he’s whistling VERY LOUD and very close to my ear instead of clapping … ooh look, that bloke down there’s got a beard, too, he looks like my mate Johannes … argh, that couple who sat in someone else’s seats during the break are pissing me off … must stop mind wandering, Craig, enjoy the music … hey, can’t see much of Antony, no lights on him and his hair’s all covering his face … I’m a bit bored … oh, but this song is good … the exit signs are bright … who invented the sound “woo” as an appreciation call? … can I go home soon? … please, no encore, please! … okay, just do one song … thank you.
I need to learn how to just enjoy myself and stop my brain. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time for me to be at a quiet sit-down show. As Hanni said afterwards, it’s the sort of music that’s more enjoyable on your own, anyway. There was one exceptionally lovely moment, though, when he asked the crowd to hum a one note drone to accompany him. (I, of course, was way too self-conscious to hum along.) The sound of several hundred hummers was wonderful, and the first time I’ve heard group-humming since my school days.
Aaaah, concerts; will I ever truly enjoy thee?