And now I am deaf...
Idlewild have destroyed Fletcher's. And all is well with the world.
Great little venue...basically a small, top-floor warehouse that can fit maybe a good 300 people at best. The stage was MAYBE 15 feet wide and 12 feet deep. And again, why this band isn't HUGE here, I'll never know. I guess to be "emo" in America you need to be in your mid-20's singing about high school shit. Feh.
Mojo also ended up being on drunk asshole patrol. I was seperated from my group pretty early in the show and ended being surrouned by a bevvy of rather attractive younger women.
By the time Idlewild showed up, the drunken assholes had emerged, and one very soccer hooligan-looking schmuck had waddled over by myself and the nearby ladies. In between bouts of telling the singer to shut up and chucking beer at him, he was doing his best to grope and grind up against the women in the area.
I spot him doing this, and get the attention of two guys near me who basically look like off-duty Marines. All I have to do is nod in this asshole's general direction and they both immediately indicate that they've got my back.
I start pushing my way over, but before I an do, one of the girls actually pulls back and clocks Asshole right in his gut. GREAT moment. But then things got a little scary...Asshole looks shocked, and suddenly his beer bottle is in the air, literally looking like he was going to smash it down on her. I snap and push right through the crowd, grab his arm, and throw my ARM around his neck. Not a chokehold, more like a REALLY tight "hey buddy, how ya doing?"-squeeze around the neck and shoulders, and basically drag him a few feet away to the benches lining the walls.
Right away, I just start yelling at him "look, everyone wants to enjoy the show and have a good time, and you're kinda fucking that up. Just stay here, there's more room, and everyone can have a good time." All he can respond with is "she punched me in the stomach, and you wanna do WHAT to me," over and over again. He says this like four times before I finally say, "look I don't give a shit what she did to you, YOU'RE fucking things up for everyone here. Stay here, stay out of the way, and just enjoy the band." While I'm saying this I've basically got both of my hands on his shoulders, holding him down on the bench. I just keep keep talking to him like that, making it sound like I'm doing him a favor by keeping him over there, and by the time his girlfriend is showing up two minutes later, pissed at him for being a douche, the guy is literally shaking my hands for "helping hhim out." Go figure. She drags him off and out of the show, and all is well.
We were all ready to fight if we had to, but I purposely didn't want to throw the first punch. The place was so small, the show would have been done the second a brawl broke out, so everyone was doing their best to keep the drunks under control without there being trouble. I'd like to think I did my part.
When everything was said and done and the concert was over, I was suddenly getting "thanks" and "nice job"'s from everyone around me, which felt pretty good, and two numbers off of the girls that Asshole was mucking with for so much of the set.
Maybe the life of the bouncer is the life for me...
But all in all, the lesson remains the same: fellas, watch out for the ladies at the concerts.
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This message was edited by TheMojoPin on 3-9-03 @ 12:41 PM