My sister and I made our way to Ypsilanti last Thursday (yes, on a weeknight! I went out on a weeknight!) to go to the Eastern Michigan Convocation Center to see one of her favorite bands, The Killers. Now, I like The Killers, too, but I didn’t used to like them. I saw them about five years ago at the Magic Stick, and I thought they were atrocious. Of course, I probably wasn’t all that cool five years ago, either, so I recently decided to give them a second chance. And I must say, they’re pretty damn good. Surprisingly good, even. They really rock out and make you want to dance, and I like that in a band. It’s a good feature.
The concert was great—high-energy, great visual show—but I don’t really want to talk about The Killers or the concert, really. I want to talk about the early-20s dude who was rocking out HARD to the music. I mean, shamelessly rocked out. It was awesome.
Why?
Well, this guy clearly loves the Killers. You could tell that this was pretty much the best thing on Earth for him—to be able to be at the EMU Convocation Center in Ypsilanti, Michigan to see his favorite band. And he wasn’t about to play it cool. He was going to dance, squirm, wiggle, jump, and do weird hand/fist/pointing things while shaking his head as if to say “no no no!” but clearly in a way that conveyed “yes yes yes!” And it was awesome to see that. I love that about people. I love that people are able to keep Mr. Cool Guy at home while Mr. Hell Yes I’m Going to Dance gets to come out and enjoy an evening on the town. Mr. Hell Yes I’m Going to Dance is so much more fun, anyway—even if he is a little awkward and uncoordinated.
He just warmed my heart. To see a young man be so unabashed about his enthusiasm and just shake his body freely. To not care what anyone around him thought. To just dance like a damn fool. To love every second of it. He just warmed my little heart, I say!
We need more of that in this world, frankly. More unabashed dancing. Not just from the dudes, but from everyone. Of course, I may be biased when it comes to the subject considering I danced along to Beyonce’s “Put a Ring On It” a total of three times in the course of one evening this weekend, and I clearly love to dance. But you. You, sir or madam, you reading this right now—maybe you should give it a try. You’ll quickly find out that Early-20s Dude and I really do have the right idea about this.
Brandon Flowers makes me so defiantly giddy too.