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3OH!3 in the 402
This weekend I went to the 3OH!3 and Nelly concert at the Pershing Center. I don’t even particularly like either of those artists, but I was bored and a girl in the house was selling her ticket so I thought, why not. I got there a little late, and the second I walked in I was flooded by memories of concert hopping in my youth and the smell of weed mixed with body odor. I couldn’t have asked for a better start to the night. As I was standing there smashed into the sweaty man in front of me, I mentally broke down the wide range of people I saw. First we have the high school teenagers. Since I was in high school once, I am very familiar with this group. They wear too much makeup to try and look 18, usually some sort of underground band tee, and dance around trying to start a mosh pit. About 40 percent of them are Emo kids, too emotional to dance, so they just stand there acting like they don’t have every 3OH!3 album sitting in the shrine in their rooms and this concert isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened in to them in their 16-year-old life. Next we have the older crowd which is always confusing at concerts, especially ones that feature rap artists. But hey, concerts are fun no matter who is playing, so for braving the generally obnoxious crowd of the younger generation, I applaud you. This group can be broken down into two categories: The chill hippies and the loud drunks. Both, I am excited to report, were present at this concert. For half of the show, I was standing next to a smoked out man of at least 50, slowly bopping his head and smiling at the trippy lasers coming from giant bear (or possibly wolf) statues on stage. He was a treat. In the bathroom, a woman paid the girl next to me $10 just to get in front of her to use the restroom claiming, “I’m an old (insert explicative) I could be your mom, now let me pee!” She then danced around and told us she couldn’t wait to get back to the show to see Nelly take his shirt off. Somehow, I can’t see my mom reacting the same way at this concert. The die hard fans are always fun. Wearing their shirts that seem original until they see half of the crowd in the same graphic tee, these are the people that stare awe struck at the band and feel like they are making a real connection with them. Like Nathaniel Motte was staring directly into your eyes, personally inviting you to his house party. Again, I can relate, except that Dave Matthews was actually singing to me when I saw him at the Qwest. The dark venue is the perfect breeding ground for the creepy guys that use the dingy atmosphere to grind on innocent concert goers. As a victim of this, I would like to say that it is neither appreciated nor desired to have some underaged kid rub all up on you just because you are forcibly having to stand so close. Ladies, watch out because this is both uncomfortable and dangerous and could escalate quickly into unwanted touching, or even worse, a conversation. Unless of course, you are into it, then go at it because you will find few other places where this kind of behavior is acceptable. Spending most of my time on campus, I quickly jump at the opportunity to see the different people Lincoln has to offer, and I especially encourage places where they are all put together in one room. It always makes for a good time, and with fun music, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday night.
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