So here's my review of going to a concert last night.............
So for starters I got tickets to go see Disturbed last night. Thanks for HOTPINK for those.
Now, it starts by waiting in a line out side, in direct rain for about 1.5 hours.
I don't get to see alot of concerts and Disturbed is my favorite band so I wanted to be in the action, close to the speakers and singers as possible.
Well, after rushing to the front of the general admission area I have to wait there about an hour before the first band comes out.
At this point I start to get mashed against the metal wall which is just the right height to push in my diapram and keep me from breathing but I just push back.
Now the fun starts, so the first band is Northwest Royal, a very heavy metal group and they f'n rocked I thought. Now I am at the very very front, directly infront of the band, so when the lead singer spits a luggy, not spit, FLEM, into the crowd it lands in my face and mostly ontop of my head.
Now WTF, that's just gross. And I have to stand there as I'm mashed against a metal 4ft wall.
So the mosh pit open up directly behind us and I had the strange feeling to jump in and knock some fuckers down but I knew I'd loose my place at the front so I just got to take the elbows and knees to the back from people getting knocked around.
The next band comes out bloodsimple, they kinda sucked, but the crowd liked them. At this point to "girls" are trying to get to the front by batting eyes at all the 15 year olds....they make it all the way to the front till they get to me. "Sir would you let us get in so we dont get squished?", Fuck no bitches! I've waited here for hours, and have been taking a beating! I don't fall for that poon-tang sucka bit. Well now these girls are related to the bouncers/meat heads in the front, so now he tries to "push" us aside so they can have the best seat in the house. Well, I an't having it, sorry bucko, but I'm mashed in tighter then a sardine in a can. So now people really get raughty and I'm actually having trouble breathing as I literally can't push my self back to get the metal bar out of my gut.
Now everyone is fighting to get up to the front for what ever reason. So I have to fight to breath, figth to keep elbows out of my kidneys and face, and I keep thinking someone is trying to grab my wallet, so I keep trying to reach down and check. Everytime I do this someone sticks there arm in and makes my space smaller.
Well disturbed comes out and people just wig out. I got kicked in the head from "crowed surfers" more times then I can count. The guy behind me thought that if he stuck his elbow in the small of my back I'd just leave or something. Finally I let me know if kept it up I was going to bend in his wind pipe....magicly the elbow moved....oh course, it was just replaced by someone elses.
Now inbetween bands they had the lizard man from the discovery chanel or whatever, the guy with the split tounge, tats head to toe like a lizard......well his "half time" entertainment was he stuck a tube through his nose all the way down into his stomach. Then attached a cylinder to the hose and filled it with gatorade, beer, jagermiester, bbq sauce and some other shit. Then a guy pumped it directly into his stomach.......but wait there's more! He then talked a bit and had the guy PUMP it back out.....into a clear cylinder....then he poured it into the empty gatorade bottle...and drank it. And oh course through the empty bottle right at me so I got to smell it all..........yum.
All in all it was alot of fun! LOL