So I’m at the Ray Davies show last night (one of best shows I have seen recently; I'll have a post on that later) and a really strange thing happened. The wife and I are enjoying "Sunny Afternoon" and “Waterloo Sunset" and the rest of the fantastic Kinks songbook, when we notice the middle-aged dude in the seat in front of us is holding up his iPhone, and — no shit — he's watching porn.

This is a balding guy in his late-forties wearing a suit, sitting with a woman that appears to be his wife at a sold out rock concert and he's staring at a tiny glowing screen filled with people humping. He's not trying to hide it either. It was no fuzzy Skinamax affair, either — this was full-on hardcore smut on public display. Now seriously, what is up with that? What kind person goes to a rock concert and watches porn? Aren't dirty movies one of those things that were designed for private consumption? Hell, they still have theaters all over New York City with private booths for those who need to immediately fill their voyeuristic jones. But are there really people out there who enjoy watching porn in public? Is there a name for this fetish?

In my catalog of concert experiences I have encountered spilled drinks, bogarted joints, stepped-on toes, stolen seats, jacked bags, brawls, puking frat boys, mosh pits filled with angry skinheads and fascist security goons. But I understand all that. I know how all those things go down. This porn-on-a-phone thing is new to me and one of the most bizarre, inexplicable things I have ever seen at a concert.