they make me feel ok about shoegazer

A couple tours, a full-length, and 1600 more T&G mailers from Burrelle’s have not hurt TV on the Radio’s live show. I was perched at my usual front-and-center pelican-eye magnetic dance spot; halfway through song 3, a man jitterbugging like he got the orders from God himself bulldozed into me, grabbed my arm passionately as if we—the lone early-in-the-show-dancers—were predestined. As though our ectoplasmic souls would bleed into one, for our mutual, physically manifested love of “Staring at the Sun.” Not to be a buzzkill but I was like “yo, don’t touch me,” in my firmest “boundaries” voice. But it wasn’t in tongues, so he didn’t hear me; he just went on like that, twittering like seizures, flipping sweat in arcs and just as quickly, he was gone.
Later, I had to tell this woman and her boyfriend not to freak me.