(photo of Wilco concert by JMaloney on flickr)
One thought I had at the end of last night’s terrific Wilco concert at the Greek Theater is that everyone loves it when the object of desire is “hard to get.” No one likes a person too eager or too desperate. Why else all the encore shtick at every single concert?
Here’s the script. The band plays their last song and leaves, but the lights stay off. Everyone knows the band is coming back for another song or two, but first is the ritual wooing. The crowd stands and goes crazy, they clap in unison, lights flicker, girls scream “Encore! Encore!” and then — one by one — the band members return, almost as if they were caught in the middle of undressing, but decided to come back for one last song, out of the goodness of their heart, because the audience was crying for them.
So, when men don’t call you women back right away after a date, don’t blame the man — blame bands like Wilco. Where do you think we learned this technique of making you beg for our attention?
I really hope you all have enjoyed reading “Citizen of the Month” over the last two years. This will be my final post (not really).Â IÂ have to go. Thank you, Blogosphere! I love you!
(you know what to do)
(you are going to call for an encore, right?)
(you know I’m just joking. I’m still blogging, but I will look like an ass if no one says “Encore!”)
(this really isn’t funny anymore)
(I bet you would say “Encore” for Dooce!)
(Hey, women actually throw their bras at Tom Jones! — not that I’m getting greedy)
And thanks, Danny for inviting me!