The Beautiful Kind

Observations from the Son Volt concert at the Pageant Saturday night:

1. I was surrounded by duuuudes. Dudes on the stage, dudes chillin’…

2. Lots of good geek beards on display.

3. The guy in front of me had a bald spot and long hair in a ponytail. Is it just me, or do guys look weak when they’re sporting a ponytail?

4. Several oversized striped polo shirts. YAWN.

5. The other guy in front of me was wearing way too much jewelry. Metrosexuals are annoying.

6. Lots of hot women accompanying the duuudes.

7. Beatle Bob (of course), but a few other people giving Beatle Bob a run for his money in the “Thrash Awkwardly to the Beat” department. I can never decide whether to feel embarrassed for the dorks spazzing out, or admire them for letting loose and expressing themselves. Going to concerts has such primitive roots - if you’re into it, it can feel almost spiritual, to unite with so many people, to let the music take hold of you. Hearing your favorite song performed live can be like a dream coming true - a combination of the familiar and new.