How are you doing?
Early in nearly every rock concert, political rally, or other such event with an exuberant and/or rowdy audience, a lone figure will take the mic and ask the crowd how they're doing. If necessary, they will also name the city they are in, either to remind themselves of this volatile information, or to draw awe from the crowd that the name of their shitty hometown has just emerged from the lips of someone famous that they admire, if for no reason other than that they're on stage in front of all these shitty people. The crowd will then respond by shouting WOOOOOOOO as loudly as possible.
Sometimes the optional second volley is invoked, with some weak incitement to further madness like "I didn't hear you, Bungstonville! How are you feeling tonight??" to which the audience then shouts WOOOOOOOOOOOO even more loudly to appease the person on stage despite their obvious deafness or dishonesty.
Try this experiment to demonstrate the importance of social context: next time you run into a friend you haven't seen in a little while and they ask you how you're doing, try shouting WOOOOOOOOOOOO as loudly as possible. Even if your individual yell is far quieter than that from an amphitheater packed with 20,000 beer-enabled fans, the inquisitor will almost certainly not complain of an inability to hear you nor request further information.
You should shout it again anyway. Most people are too polite to ask for clarification.
Sometimes the optional second volley is invoked, with some weak incitement to further madness like "I didn't hear you, Bungstonville! How are you feeling tonight??" to which the audience then shouts WOOOOOOOOOOOO even more loudly to appease the person on stage despite their obvious deafness or dishonesty.
Try this experiment to demonstrate the importance of social context: next time you run into a friend you haven't seen in a little while and they ask you how you're doing, try shouting WOOOOOOOOOOOO as loudly as possible. Even if your individual yell is far quieter than that from an amphitheater packed with 20,000 beer-enabled fans, the inquisitor will almost certainly not complain of an inability to hear you nor request further information.
You should shout it again anyway. Most people are too polite to ask for clarification.