Farewell, Sweet Concorde

Do you ever find yourself at a concert, enjoying the music, and then some 100-pound hipster giant decides to stand right in front of you and then rock from side to side slightly so you are forced to either not see anything, or sway in the opposite direction to catch a glimpse of the band every few beats? And then when you sense your blood pressure rising, do you ever wonder why exactly you're trying to SEE, when you came to HEAR? And then do you "accidentally" kick the hipster in the back of the knee anyway? Yeah, me neither. In any case, this one's for that guy, with my apologies.