So I was going to name this post “Concert Faux Pas # Whatever,” but I didn’t want to steal that series from Lauren. In fact, this just might be the same guy from her post.

Said about the moshing at last night’s Pixies show: “It’s just one guy.”
My reply: “Didn’t he read his ticket?”

Early on, after the first wave of slamdancing started, the guy in front of me got a bloody nose. Everyone was all concerned, but after a couple minutes, he shrugged it off and ignored it in favor of the show. What a trooper. Really, I was all in admiration of him, his toughness and perseverance. Rock and roll, man! What’s best is, he didn’t get any blood on me. We have to know our priorities.

But he had to go further, didn’t he? Not tough enough for all the blood on his shirt, he removed it. I didn’t particularly care to see his sweaty back, but whatever. I tried my best just not to look, but he had other plans. Fully recovered now, he decided to rejoin the moshing, which of course involved jumping up, down, forward… and backward.

Into me.

With his sweaty, disgusting back.

Have you seen the movie “Along Came Polly,” or even just the trailers for it? Do you remember the part when Ben Stiller gets a face full of some guy’s beer belly gut while playing basketball? Yeah, it was kinda like that.

So to him and the rest of Chicago’s concertgoers, I say: Keep your shirts on. Please, for the love of God.