A Tribute to Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan

I see you baby.  Shakin' that ass.

I obviously don't get out to concerts nearly as often as you do.  And I almost never pay for reunion tours.  But this one was a special case*. 

You were soooo excited to be at Fenway, watching what must have been your favoritist band evah.  You probably took the adorable little toy train to the park, and may have taken some vitamins before you left.

You bounced in your seat like a Happy Fun Ball on speed.  Your dancing closely resembled a blend of aboriginal mating rituals and a two hour-long seizure.  And when you threw open your shirt so your chest-sweat sprayed your neighbors as you twirled, the stage lights reflected off your pale skin like a hairy disco-ball.

I've seen you before.  Maybe not you specifically, but a version of you.  Of all the characters I see at concerts, you are my favorite.  More than Motörhead T-Shirt Soundboard Guy.  More than Smuggled Lighter "Free Bird" Yeller.  Even more than Overweight Big Hair Air-Guitar Fist-Pumper.

I love you, Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan!  Thanks for projecting your enthusiasm (in wet little rivulets) into the crowd, and making an already awesome concert that much better with your antics.

You are the BIGGEST POLICE FAN EVAH!!  Rock on, Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan!

* There is one other special case.  So Robert, Jimmy, and John, if you're reading this I want you to know that money is no object.  I'll be in the front row, and Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan will be right there with me.

Comments

[Kara]

Oh yeah, I love that guy. Arwen and I also love The Spinners. You know, the ones who spin, half bent over, hands and fingers making waves ahead of them so as to the lower the wind resistance of their long hair and trademark patchoulli stank. They'll step on your feet if you're not careful. There's more of them at Phish and Rat Dog and DMB than at shows like the one we saw this weekend.

What happens when a Spinner and an Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan collide?

[mr. big dubya]

Why am I singing this post like it's some Bud Light commercial?

Kara -- paradox. The two should actually never meet given their respective musical tastes. Should they actually come into contact, you end up with 4 Non-Blonde fans.

[OSCDSF]

I'm glad you dig it. I do it for me, the band, and you the fan. Rock on.

[L.A. Daddy]

I like Noddin'-and-Pointin' guy! He's the one who slaps the stage, nods his head in agreement with the lyrics, and points to the lead singer as if saying, "Yeah, you and me? We're on the same wavelength! I feel ya, blood!"

[Mom101]

TOTALLY a Bud lite ad. Hilarious.

[misfithausfrau]

I like the guy who acts like Butthead with his fist up in the air and nodding his head back and forth with such ferocity that it just might break.

[the weirdgirl]

Chest-sweat, ew! The drunken female version of that is pretty funny, too, only her skirt keeps getting hiked up.

(Mr. Big Dubya... why ya knocking 4 Non Blondes?)

[douglas]

So, how was the show?