...The Decemberists! At the Pavilion last night!
After an opening by Laura Veirs and The Hall of Flames, they played The Hazards of Love in its entirety--and since that was an hour straight, they followed it with a half-hour break/set change before returning to do older pieces. Colin Meloy conducted a sing-along, the crowd rocked out to accordion solos, glow sticks were tossed around the front of the room, and some folks from Section L actually showed up in their softball t-shirts. Way to represent, folks.
But no one seemed to have as much fun as the fellow I'll simply call Windmill Man, who stood just behind the crowd...erm...dancing to his own beat. Sometimes he held his face in his hands. Sometimes he raised his arms to heaven, as if Jesus were speaking to him via the spotlights. Sometimes he just stared around the room, as if noticing that our row was laughing at him, but seemed to forget almost as quickly. And then, just for the hell of it, he broke into windmills--huge, sloppy, random windmills. Given that no one on stage was doing windmills at the time, this proved all the more interesting for those of us sitting behind him.
In between dance numbers, he'd sniff at a beer that may or may not have been his, and sometimes bump into people. Someone toked during the concert, but I have no clue what, besides too much alcohol, Windmill Man could have been on. I'm tempted to say he was high on life, but he seemed a bit too far gone.
In conclusion: Ghost children, ball tossing, and "Wait, is that Professor..." moments made for an excellent evening.
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