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Posted: 24 Mar 06, 20:20 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Should bands go on tour after their lead singer has died?

The question still goes unanswered.

Either way, last night was still incredibly fun.

As soon as we arrived, I started to notice all of the aging obsessed fans/groupies. You know, the fat balding men with their Queen t-shirts with sweat stains, and the pseudo-punk 50+ ladies with long black hair and lots of rings wearing leather pants. I probably counted about 15 before we even got to our seats. Our seats were actually very good. We were on the floor, about 50-75 feet from the stage. Actually, I'm probably way off, because I am terrible at estimating distances. Let's just say that the seats were good enough that I was almost able to make out Brian May's facial features distinctly. When the lights dimmed and the show started, I was a bit confused, because they started to play Eminem's "Lose Yourself." I still don't see the point. It's not like Paul Rodgers came out and started rapping. Oy. That would have been scary. Anyway, so the song finished, and Paul Rodgers emerged from behind the curtain. Ooh, so excited... (sarcastic). Seriously, this guy looks like a sunburnt hamster whose fur has been ripped out. He started shouting something like, "HELLO CHICAGO!" and then *squeal* I SAW BRIAN MAY! LYKE OMG! No really, it was pretty awesome. I didn't make a fool out of myself though. Like I didn't start screaming and throwing my underwear onstage. I just clapped. I'm not good at making a complete fool out of myself. Unlike some people... which brings me to the woman sitting in front of me.

First of all, GOOD LORD SHE WAS FUCKING INSANE. She also had the beginnings of a mullet, which just made matters worse. It wasn't a full-blown mullet, but it was still a bit flippy in the back. Anyway, immediately, she jumped out of her chair and started shrieking. Then dancing. Oh god, once "Tie Your Mother Down" started, she was shaking her thang like a, well, god-knows-what. Now this wasn't just like at the Bob Dylan concert when those women were dancing like cage dancers. I should have only been so lucky if it was that. But nooooooo, her dancing looked like the mating ritual of the blue footed boobie in the animal courting video we watched in biology. It was just foot stomping and butt wiggling and head banging and all those terrible things. And after every song, she threw her head back as if she was having and orgasm, and thrust her hands in the air, making that rock symbol with her hands that looks like "I love you" in sign language, except your thumb isn't sticking out. The scary thing is, this woman kept leaving ever half hour or so to buy more beer. Seriously, these people should not be allowed to be sold alcohol.

Anyhoo, as if my night couldn't have gotten any more fun, I got stuck with a lunatic behind me. Now she wasn't quite as terrifying as the woman in from of me, but she came pretty darn close. She too began dancing provacatively, and "WOOOOOOOOOOING" pretty obnoxiously. She too had one to many beers. By "Love Of My Life" she was hanging off her boyfriend and sobbing. It was rather unpleasant. Another thing that was unpleasant was the fact that she spilled beer all over my seat, which I was not so pleased to find when I sat down during one of the Bad Company songs (because who actually cared about those songs). So I had a beer-soaked ass for quite a bit.

So about the actual band... well, it was good. I mean, obviously, since Freddie Mercury isn't there, it was a bit like seeing a tribute band with a guest appearance by some of the remaining members. The montages were nice. It never quite struck me that I was actually within a 100 foot radius of Brian May and Roger Taylor. Since I mostly watched the two large screens, it was easy to forget that they were actually on the stage in between. It was quite loud, as you would expect a concert to be. Luckily, I brought earplugs. Hopefully, Brian May wou


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Posted: 24 Mar 06, 20:33 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Hmmm, this rather belongs on the other forum.

Still I'm very glad you had so much fun, Dana.
We all had a helluva time.


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Posted: 24 Mar 06, 21:15 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Hey, thats awesome wow!!! xD

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Posted: 26 Mar 06, 13:03 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Awesome review! I definately know what kind of people you saw there...omg you should have seen the people at Velvet revolver...boy that was something...


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Posted: 26 Mar 06, 22:11 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

lmaooo

great review, very entertaining


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Posted: 27 Mar 06, 02:20 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

SergeantPepperDG wrote:

Should bands go on tour after their lead singer has died?

The question still goes unanswered.

Either way, last night was still incredibly fun.

As soon as we arrived, I started to notice all of the aging obsessed fans/groupies. You know, the fat balding men with their Queen t-shirts with sweat stains, and the pseudo-punk 50+ ladies with long black hair and lots of rings wearing leather pants. I probably counted about 15 before we even got to our seats. Our seats were actually very good. We were on the floor, about 50-75 feet from the stage. Actually, I'm probably way off, because I am terrible at estimating distances. Let's just say that the seats were good enough that I was almost able to make out Brian May's facial features distinctly. When the lights dimmed and the show started, I was a bit confused, because they started to play Eminem's "Lose Yourself." I still don't see the point. It's not like Paul Rodgers came out and started rapping. Oy. That would have been scary. Anyway, so the song finished, and Paul Rodgers emerged from behind the curtain. Ooh, so excited... (sarcastic). Seriously, this guy looks like a sunburnt hamster whose fur has been ripped out. He started shouting something like, "HELLO CHICAGO!" and then *squeal* I SAW BRIAN MAY! LYKE OMG! No really, it was pretty awesome. I didn't make a fool out of myself though. Like I didn't start screaming and throwing my underwear onstage. I just clapped. I'm not good at making a complete fool out of myself. Unlike some people... which brings me to the woman sitting in front of me.

First of all, GOOD LORD SHE WAS FUCKING INSANE. She also had the beginnings of a mullet, which just made matters worse. It wasn't a full-blown mullet, but it was still a bit flippy in the back. Anyway, immediately, she jumped out of her chair and started shrieking. Then dancing. Oh god, once "Tie Your Mother Down" started, she was shaking her thang like a, well, god-knows-what. Now this wasn't just like at the Bob Dylan concert when those women were dancing like cage dancers. I should have only been so lucky if it was that. But nooooooo, her dancing looked like the mating ritual of the blue footed boobie in the animal courting video we watched in biology. It was just foot stomping and butt wiggling and head banging and all those terrible things. And after every song, she threw her head back as if she was having and orgasm, and thrust her hands in the air, making that rock symbol with her hands that looks like "I love you" in sign language, except your thumb isn't sticking out. The scary thing is, this woman kept leaving ever half hour or so to buy more beer. Seriously, these people should not be allowed to be sold alcohol.

Anyhoo, as if my night couldn't have gotten any more fun, I got stuck with a lunatic behind me. Now she wasn't quite as terrifying as the woman in from of me, but she came pretty darn close. She too began dancing provacatively, and "WOOOOOOOOOOING" pretty obnoxiously. She too had one to many beers. By "Love Of My Life" she was hanging off her boyfriend and sobbing. It was rather unpleasant. Another thing that was unpleasant was the fact that she spilled beer all over my seat, which I was not so pleased to find when I sat down during one of the Bad Company songs (because who actually cared about those songs). So I had a beer-soaked ass for quite a bit.

So about the actual band... well, it was good. I mean, obviously, since Freddie Mercury isn't there, it was a bit like seeing a tribute band with a guest appearance by some of the remaining members. The montages were nice. It never quite struck me that I was actually within a 100 foot radius of Brian May and Roger Taylor. Since I mostly watched the two large screens, it was easy to forget that they were actually on the stage in between. It was quite loud, as you would expect a concert to be.


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Posted: 27 Mar 06, 03:18 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

LOL @ you dreamin of donuts last night

I stay FAR away from krisy kreme, watching my carbs, lol


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