It’s funny how crowd dynamics actually works. You queue for hours together to get that special place close enough to the stage where you can actually feel the ambience, but then not close enough to have to be mobbed by it. Excellent in theory, but in practice maybe not so much.
An individual, you can converse with and maybe even relate to but when faced against groups of people, all looking towards the same goal, there’s a conflict, one of the same interest however. Hostility at first, you nudge, squeeze, shove.. it’s all part of the game . I’ve got to admit it’s a skill in itself. The creation of a 10cm radius of personal space around you. But then, the show begins, excitements in the air, cheers, movement.. and that shelter which took so long to create around you is destroyed. People stick closer to the front, hands are going up (put your m***** f****** hands up in the air!), feet are lifting from the ground (jump..jump..jump.!) but funnily enough, the crowd bonds. People are happy, and it doesn’t matter no more if you’re being mobbed. There’s a sense of unity, there are smiles given to those you previously pulled a face at, you bounce along with those who you previously shoved. It’s good.. and then out of nowhere, two burly guys push through from the back and make themselves seen right at the front. 4 hours of outside to have my view blocked by two oversized, gangster looking men. Life is tough one of them said to me when i finally plucked up the courage to express my non-gratitude. It sure is..
As for 50cents? Was not a big fan before, definitely not one now.. but watching an American rapper on stage in Tenerife, surrounded by 12,000 people who surprisingly knew the lyrics to each and every song but asked themselves: eh? que carajo dice? When the mister went of on a rant up on stage.. an experience in itself.
An individual, you can converse with and maybe even relate to but when faced against groups of people, all looking towards the same goal, there’s a conflict, one of the same interest however. Hostility at first, you nudge, squeeze, shove.. it’s all part of the game . I’ve got to admit it’s a skill in itself. The creation of a 10cm radius of personal space around you. But then, the show begins, excitements in the air, cheers, movement.. and that shelter which took so long to create around you is destroyed. People stick closer to the front, hands are going up (put your m***** f****** hands up in the air!), feet are lifting from the ground (jump..jump..jump.!) but funnily enough, the crowd bonds. People are happy, and it doesn’t matter no more if you’re being mobbed. There’s a sense of unity, there are smiles given to those you previously pulled a face at, you bounce along with those who you previously shoved. It’s good.. and then out of nowhere, two burly guys push through from the back and make themselves seen right at the front. 4 hours of outside to have my view blocked by two oversized, gangster looking men. Life is tough one of them said to me when i finally plucked up the courage to express my non-gratitude. It sure is..
As for 50cents? Was not a big fan before, definitely not one now.. but watching an American rapper on stage in Tenerife, surrounded by 12,000 people who surprisingly knew the lyrics to each and every song but asked themselves: eh? que carajo dice? When the mister went of on a rant up on stage.. an experience in itself.