Meet The Dude. Not a Big Lebowski kind of Dude, but I just felt like The Dude was the best way to refer to him. I think you’ll see why.
I don’t know his name; I didn’t ask and I certainly didn’t want to know. In fact, I really don’t want to know anything about The Dude. But I did want to share with you all an homage, of sorts, to him. Because it’s guys like him that shake things up a bit. Yeah, you’ve got your leather-jacket-studded, mohawked punkheadz, but it’s random guys like The Dude here, blitzed beyond belief, that end up affecting the general vibe; mostly in a good way, though only in retrospect; while his Show is in full effect, I found myself dodging his bobs and weaves, and constantly seeing his limbs creep into pictures I thought I’d had perfectly set up.
Guys like The Dude... They come in all mild-mannered. No leather, no hairstyle, no concert/festival/band/political-slogan t-shirt. Before the show, they find a chair, sit back, out of sight, and get good and ripped. And then, it’s showtime.
First, the dancing (for which, you’ll note, the crowd has made room):