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That was the most boring, drawn-out concert ever. EVER.
We got there at like… 5:30 or so. Doors didn’t open til 7. We had no idea how crowded it would be, but we were waaaaaaay too early. We did Rockstar Entry (which lets you in early and lets you chill in the bar attached to the venue), and we were numbers 3 and 4. Last time, at Good Charlotte, we were 110 and 111. At Adam Lambert, we were so far back they didn’t bother giving us numbers. Only like… 25 people had come in by 7, and some were out in the main line, too. Got good spots on the barrier rail (which is new – it was there for GC, but not for Blue October…). Anyway, we got stuck next to this girl who would not shut up. While this made the time between then and 8:00 go a little bit faster, she just never stopped. Dad asked her about a tattoo on her arm and she then proceeded to detail the reasons behind all 15 of her tattoos. She went on and on and on about the really obscure bands that she just kind of assumed that I would recognize. Ugh.
The opening group started at 8, some guy named Chris Jacobs along with a drummer who constantly made ridiculous fish-faces and a dude on a huge ass string bass. They played 7 songs. It took them 50 minutes. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS IS NOT RIGHT. That is like 7 minutes per song. And none of them were really that good. I remember one being okay for a while, but by minute 4 I could have moved on.
Around 9:15, Jonny Lang started. He had his sister on back-up vocals, a guitarist, a bassist, a pianist, and a drummer. He made absol-fucking-lutely crazy faces. He often looked as if he was in the midst of some sort of debilitating seizure or else as if he had smelled something truly, truly horrible. Dad and I started having funniest-face-picture contests. We’re not sure who won yet because they all look ridiculous. Back to the concert, though. We saw them put the set-list down before the show and we were rather surprised to see that they were only playing 10 songs. This seemed weird, but we figured we’d be getting out by like 10:15 or so, because, cool, only 10 songs. Wrong. So so so wrong.
Somehow, they managed to drag 10 songs out to last 120 minutes. The last song? It lasted 20, because all instrumental members of the band got solos. IT NEVER FUCKING ENDED. They scrambled up the set-list, which confused me like mad cause I only knew some of the songs. They took songs that were supposed to be slow and made them fast and took fast songs and made them slow. I don’t know why people would want to hear a song stretched out to two or three times its normal length; obviously the don’t think people would want CD’s of stuff like that or else they would be that long on the CD. One song, Red Light, I know is 3:42 in my iTunes. It finally ended just shy of 9 minutes when they did it on stage. UGGGGH. I was so done by the time it ended. To put that in perspective, Blue October played 19 songs in 2 hours with a good bit of talkiness. Good Charlotte played 14 in an hour.
Setlist was as follows, corrected from the one I managed to snag after 10 minutes of pestering the guys breaking down the stage: Don’t Stop For Anything, Quitters Never Win, Turn Around, Red Light, Livin’ For The City, That Great Day, Breaking Me, Lie To Me – Encore: 40 Days, Rack ‘Em, and I Am.
Dad asked if I wanted to stalk the tourbuses as I typically would. My answer was ‘Fuck no.’ While amused at this answer, he questioned my motives. ‘Because I will punch him in the face for somehow managing to break the space-time continuum and make that take 2 hours.’ At this point I was starving, sick of standing around, and generally irritated with the people around me at the concert (all of whom were not shove-y, but still somewhat intoxicated, and yet surprisingly not pissed off about the length of the songs). We left.
I apologized to my dad for suggesting we go to this concert and added that I wished I had been at work instead, where I should have been, because I am going to get slammed with stuff there tomorrow and have to fuck around with microfilm and deal with two evil subpoenas.
We got there at like… 5:30 or so. Doors didn’t open til 7. We had no idea how crowded it would be, but we were waaaaaaay too early. We did Rockstar Entry (which lets you in early and lets you chill in the bar attached to the venue), and we were numbers 3 and 4. Last time, at Good Charlotte, we were 110 and 111. At Adam Lambert, we were so far back they didn’t bother giving us numbers. Only like… 25 people had come in by 7, and some were out in the main line, too. Got good spots on the barrier rail (which is new – it was there for GC, but not for Blue October…). Anyway, we got stuck next to this girl who would not shut up. While this made the time between then and 8:00 go a little bit faster, she just never stopped. Dad asked her about a tattoo on her arm and she then proceeded to detail the reasons behind all 15 of her tattoos. She went on and on and on about the really obscure bands that she just kind of assumed that I would recognize. Ugh.
The opening group started at 8, some guy named Chris Jacobs along with a drummer who constantly made ridiculous fish-faces and a dude on a huge ass string bass. They played 7 songs. It took them 50 minutes. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS IS NOT RIGHT. That is like 7 minutes per song. And none of them were really that good. I remember one being okay for a while, but by minute 4 I could have moved on.
Around 9:15, Jonny Lang started. He had his sister on back-up vocals, a guitarist, a bassist, a pianist, and a drummer. He made absol-fucking-lutely crazy faces. He often looked as if he was in the midst of some sort of debilitating seizure or else as if he had smelled something truly, truly horrible. Dad and I started having funniest-face-picture contests. We’re not sure who won yet because they all look ridiculous. Back to the concert, though. We saw them put the set-list down before the show and we were rather surprised to see that they were only playing 10 songs. This seemed weird, but we figured we’d be getting out by like 10:15 or so, because, cool, only 10 songs. Wrong. So so so wrong.
Somehow, they managed to drag 10 songs out to last 120 minutes. The last song? It lasted 20, because all instrumental members of the band got solos. IT NEVER FUCKING ENDED. They scrambled up the set-list, which confused me like mad cause I only knew some of the songs. They took songs that were supposed to be slow and made them fast and took fast songs and made them slow. I don’t know why people would want to hear a song stretched out to two or three times its normal length; obviously the don’t think people would want CD’s of stuff like that or else they would be that long on the CD. One song, Red Light, I know is 3:42 in my iTunes. It finally ended just shy of 9 minutes when they did it on stage. UGGGGH. I was so done by the time it ended. To put that in perspective, Blue October played 19 songs in 2 hours with a good bit of talkiness. Good Charlotte played 14 in an hour.
Setlist was as follows, corrected from the one I managed to snag after 10 minutes of pestering the guys breaking down the stage: Don’t Stop For Anything, Quitters Never Win, Turn Around, Red Light, Livin’ For The City, That Great Day, Breaking Me, Lie To Me – Encore: 40 Days, Rack ‘Em, and I Am.
Dad asked if I wanted to stalk the tourbuses as I typically would. My answer was ‘Fuck no.’ While amused at this answer, he questioned my motives. ‘Because I will punch him in the face for somehow managing to break the space-time continuum and make that take 2 hours.’ At this point I was starving, sick of standing around, and generally irritated with the people around me at the concert (all of whom were not shove-y, but still somewhat intoxicated, and yet surprisingly not pissed off about the length of the songs). We left.
I apologized to my dad for suggesting we go to this concert and added that I wished I had been at work instead, where I should have been, because I am going to get slammed with stuff there tomorrow and have to fuck around with microfilm and deal with two evil subpoenas.
