Press PLAY and you will see my fellow members of the concert posse shaking it.
Shaky Trade, a band from Ogden, Utah. After spreading out my camping blanket, I made way to get a bottle of water ($2.50) because I didn't have time to stop and get a beverage on the way to the Shopko carpool meeting spot. Anyway ... it wasn't long before I discovered that sitting at a concert, something I've seldom done all year, was boring. Boooooooring, even with the best of concert posse members and some new recruits.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the dancing crowd built. The "mosh pit" (yeah, I know it's not really a mosh pit, Ang) gained traction when I invited a couple of groups dancing off to the side of the stage and grassy areas to come into the middle so we could all dance together. I motioned again to the rest of the concert posse still sitting down. They finally came. The crowd built. And built. And built.
Small children danced and hula hooped near the foot of the stage. One of the band members said, "You can come up on stage, kids," and I was up in a flash. No hesitation. I forgot I wasn't 10 anymore. Oops. Naturally the concert posse followed in nanoseconds also.