Random list o' stuff about the show:
~ Papa Roach opened and they. were. AWESOME. I'm sort of ambivalent about their music, but wow, do they put on a great live show. Very rock 'n' roll, super high energy. I have to figure out what their opening song was and buy it. It was one of those amazing moments where the music totally takes you: the bass and drums are thumping so hard, they're all you feel in your chest and you're absolutely certain that if the band stops playing, you'll die because they're the only thing keeping your heart beating. The concert was worth it for that moment alone.
~ The lead singer of Papa Roach (whose name is Jacoby - how cool is that?) is a spitter. The dude spat--I'm talking projectile, fling a ball of saliva across the stage kind of spitting--at least 3 or 4 times per song and then gargled water in between. The shit was crazy. I would not have wanted to be on that stage after him. Thank god no one from Staind plays barefoot. *shudder*
~ There was a crazy drunk chick behind us. This is worth noting for several reasons. She was wearing next to nothing (and had the body for it, though slutty is slutty, no matter how hot you are). She was so wasted she couldn't walk and took a total face-dive down the stairs at one point during the show, tossing her beer all over the stairs and my jeans. Win (not). But don't worry -- her friends went and got her another beer, since she so clearly needed another. She was miraculously unhurt, though I'm sure she's plenty bruised today. I can't believe she didn't crack her head open. It took 2 people just to get her back on her feet and in her chair again. Fucking idiot. Who pays $90 for concert tickets and then gets so wasted they can't even walk?? The other thing that would have been funny if it wasn't so intrusive is that she kept shouting requests for Papa Roach songs...after Staind came on. Oh, and she kept calling for an encore every time the lights went out in between songs. Bimbo.
~ I saw the best mullet I've ever seen in my entire life. You know those flat-top military buzz cuts that are sort of slanted to the front? Oh, yeah. That's what was going on up top. In the back? Straight, glossy, brown locks fell to below his shoulders. It was so long that it was getting in the way when he was trying to do his soundboard duties and I actually saw him reach up and toss it over his shoulder like a girl at one point. Ben and I were mesmerized for a good ten minutes. I debated simply walking up to him and announcing that he had the best mullet ever and asking if he'd take a picture with me, but then I decided that was too rude so I snapped this horribly grainy shot with my cell phone from the side of the sound booth. Next time, though? Game on.
~ Staind put on a great performance, as usual. Admittedly, they don't have great stage presence, but what they lack in personality, they make up for in music. They also have the freakin' craziest guitar player I've ever seen. The dude goes inSANE when he plays, thrashing around to the point where I a.) can't figure out how he keeps his hands on the guitar and b.) am amazed he doesn't smash the guitar into the floor. He spends at least 50% of the time playing in toe-touch position. I'm not kidding. Check it out in the video below. Don't be fooled, he starts out appearing normal and then around a minute ten or so he loses his fucking mind.
See what I'm saying? Insane.
That's it for tonight. I took tomorrow off to make some serious progress in revisions. Maybe I'll even post a progress meter! Oooh, the excitement.
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