Use Somebody - Kings Of Leon
Saw them yesterday at the Final Four Big Dance Party thingamabober. Reminiscent of Austin outdoor shows. I became a lot nostalgic.
Minus a few things.
The people were definitely different though. The crowd was pretty rowdy and a lot of crowd surfing was going on during the show. & so I developed a new pet peeve today: crowd surfing.
First of all if you are a hefty male, do not attempt to crowd surf where there are a lot of females situated. You will fall to the floor whether we decide to support you or not so boy don’t even try. Also if you’re just hefty in general, it’s not proper concert etiquette to decide to crowd surf because not all people want to carry your fat ass. I remember today this chubby tweenish looking boy tried to crowd surf his way to the front and he made his way to where we were. I of course wasn’t going to engage in this debauchery so I stepped away. A lot of people around me did the same thing so the dude fell on this poor skinny girl and this middle aged mom. Then the funniest thing happen. The mom’s daughter yelled at the fat kid telling him “You don’t need to crowd surf with your fat ass. You fucking crushed my mom”. Of course the “oh no she didn’t” expression along with almost laughter colonize my face. The daughter herself was chunky herself and portly all over. Laughter ensued after she angrily stormed off with her wannabe milf of a mother.
But Houstonians. Smh. Nope. I’m wrong. High Schoolers are the one to point the finger at in disdain. Moshing at a Kings of Leon concert? Crowd surfing? Seriously? What is wrong with people?! Wait. High Schoolers aren’t people. They’re savages. Acting like a heathen is a need for them and they do anything to attract attention to themselves. Just to prove their existence in a few insignificant fleeting moments.
The thing that got me was the amount of crowd surfing that was happening during “Use Somebody”. IT’S THE FINAL SONG BITCHES! Watch the concert! Feel the music! Fucking relate! It’s not all about you. Kings of Leon are talented in using ballads in their songs. Listen to the story or at least try to by giving up your “Look at me!” obsession a rest. Appreciate the artists. Let other people enjoy the show and hold their beer with the confidence of not being birds eye trampled through all that surfing. Save that for the ocean.
<sighs> Okay ranting over. That feels good.
Other than all that, loved the show! The final song they sang means so much more to me now that I’ve realized how I feel about someone and how I finally admit that he’s not going to leave my mind. Because I foolishly believe he will always be there for me. I don’t want any other wealth.
