There is a very valid question over on the I, Anonymous blog: “What Is This? Footloose?,” in which the writer was told to stop dancing at the Decemberists show. Poor Anonymous felt just like the stifled high-stepper Kevin Bacon in 1984’s Footloose.
i haven’t ever seen that fucking movie with kevin bacon (shut it, who cares if i haven’t, i get the idea) but it felt like that crappy movie. now we can’t go to a fucking rock concert and dance?
Commenter Deezus chimed in with this:
Man, times have changed…when I used to see the Decemberists back in the day the crowds were just a unstoppable mass of writhing bodies twisting and turning while they got freaky to the heavy sounds of that funky-ass Decemberist beat—along with an intense mosh pit and stage diving.
On second thought, I might be thinking of a different band.
Dramatic twist, Deezus, but you aren’t terribly far off. One of the last times I saw the Decemberists it was pretty damn raucous. There might have been literary-tinged writhing. Go have differing opinions, and stuff, over on the I, Anonymous Blog, where it’s okay to dance like no one’s watching (because no one’s watching).
