Up top, you didn't ruin my show. You gave it a good shot, and while I have no doubt you have no idea you were trying to ruin my show due to your 100% inability to see anything in this world beyond yourself, I wasn't going to let your shitty attitude and behavior ruin it.
But you came close.
What kind of "fan" pays for front row seats, proclaims loudly "I was at that tour!" when James was talking about the I&W days, yet sits through 95% of the show glued to his phone either with FB open or trying to bootleg every song on video?
And what kind of "fan" gets that front row seat and leaves the theater before the 2nd set officially closed out, let alone before an encore was even in the works?
Oh don't get me wrong, I was so glad you were gone, so relieved that your negativity was out of my head space, I thank you for that part! But please, if this is your attitude, never ever ever buy a front row VIP ticket again. The theater was at sold out capacity, and I am sure every one of us would have gladly moved up 2 spots to sit just a bit closer and get two more real fans into the room.
You may have looked like one of the older people there, but your behavior was below childish, because that would be an insult to children. My 12 year old at my side got his phone out once: during set break.
You lived on it like a follower of the Kardashians. And the only reason I care is because it was in our view of the stage a lot of the time.
And I am sure that as you recount the evening, you will go into detail of the personal affront of the terrible security guy who repeatedly told you to stop video recording. My kid, that 12 year old, could hear you lying to him about only taking stills. We could see the multiple minute timer on the screen, several times. Why? It was in front of us for the WHOLE &&***** SHOW!
I ignored it as best I could. I mean, after all, we were second row, witnessing our favorite band in concert in their home town, playing their masterpiece in its entirety.
When the crowd was joined together for The Spirit Carries On, there was no way I was coming out of that moment. My kids at my side, the ones under instruction to play this song at my funeral, sharing in this gorgeous music - this was at risk of being thrown away because this was when security had finally had enough of you that they got reinforcements. I was preparing to move in place of son, in case you got physical and started throwing arms and elbows around. It didn't come to that, thankfully. But you strike me as the kind of entitled completely un-self-aware prick that would try it anyway.
So you came close, but you failed to ruin my show. We saw you, we modified our night around you, we didn't let you wreck it. Obviously since I still remember this today, I can't say we were 100% unaffected, but you just need to know that your completely miserable presence at that show could not possibly overcome the beauty that was on stage and in the crowd sharing in it in those moments.
I pity you because you will never understand it. You were clearly only there to tag people on Facebook. As interested as you were in making sure you were getting credit for being there, I figure there's a good shot you may be here. I have no idea who you are. Some of the people you tagged may be reading this. Good for you - you earned your social media points. And missed out on something beautiful.
You tried - you came close - but that Spirit Carried On, and carried us - in spite of you.