*pop* "Oh... there goes my cherry.
So, in 23 years of life on this planet I have never been to a concert... until now.
Last night was the NIN concert as most of you reading this already know. In fact, most of this post will be shit you guys already know, as you all were there: Jenelle, Lindsay, Vanessa, Alvin, Russle, and even my brother was there... like 10 seats left and 1 row up... wierd.
I'll admit, at first I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy myself. I hate crowds. I hate lineups. I hate being around thousands of drunken party goers. However, the crowd wasn't as bad as anticipated and no one near me was obnoxiously drunk, so I didn't have a lot of trouble with that.
The first act was Death From Above. I didn't really enjoy there set, especially when compared to Queens of the Stone Age and Nine Inch Nails. Queens of the Stone Age was really good. I particularily thought the drummer was amazing. He had a drum sequence that lasted a few minutes and his arms were just a blur. It was wierd, too, because I saw at least 3 sticks go flying from his grasp and yet, without missing a beat, he had a new stick in his hand. I'm aware that they have a canister within reach, but at the arm-breaking speeds at which he was performing I thought it almost superhuman. In comparison, I thought the drummer for NIN paled. However, the rest of the show made up for it.
While it makes sense, I thought it amusing how much more grand everything was for the NIN set. More smoke, more lights, more more more more. In some cases, the light show was enough, all in time with the music and everything; once we had a joint going around I found more than a few times that I had been mesmerized by the dance that ensued between them.
I was honestly surprised at how full an experience a concert is, how it plays to all your senses. The smell of pot mixed with the sharp scent of cigarettes and sweat. The gut-pounding base from the music or the earth-shaking feeling of everyone in the stadium stomping their feet awaiting the next song. The raw taste of my throat after whooping and hollering and singing, trying in vain to be heard above everyone else just as those people were trying in vain to be heard above me. The music, particularily Trent Reznor's voice, which, as everyone was saying after the concert, is as good now - in his 40s - as it was back in the day. And all the sights: fools crashing around in the mosh pit without regard for their, or anyone else's safety; the lights; the scantily clad women; the glow of a thousand lighters during Hurt and Head Like a Hole. It was an eye-opening experience.
I would like to take this time to thank a few people:
Alvin: for using your credit card to purchase the tickets. Good seats, man.
Ling: for letting us share a cab with you on the way to the concert.
Jen: for convincing me to go.
Ness/Russ: for pitching the pot that made the experience almost hypnotic.
That's about all I have to say about that. I think I may be open for a few more of these "concerts" you speak of, but only if it's Aerosmith or something.
Last night was the NIN concert as most of you reading this already know. In fact, most of this post will be shit you guys already know, as you all were there: Jenelle, Lindsay, Vanessa, Alvin, Russle, and even my brother was there... like 10 seats left and 1 row up... wierd.
I'll admit, at first I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy myself. I hate crowds. I hate lineups. I hate being around thousands of drunken party goers. However, the crowd wasn't as bad as anticipated and no one near me was obnoxiously drunk, so I didn't have a lot of trouble with that.
The first act was Death From Above. I didn't really enjoy there set, especially when compared to Queens of the Stone Age and Nine Inch Nails. Queens of the Stone Age was really good. I particularily thought the drummer was amazing. He had a drum sequence that lasted a few minutes and his arms were just a blur. It was wierd, too, because I saw at least 3 sticks go flying from his grasp and yet, without missing a beat, he had a new stick in his hand. I'm aware that they have a canister within reach, but at the arm-breaking speeds at which he was performing I thought it almost superhuman. In comparison, I thought the drummer for NIN paled. However, the rest of the show made up for it.
While it makes sense, I thought it amusing how much more grand everything was for the NIN set. More smoke, more lights, more more more more. In some cases, the light show was enough, all in time with the music and everything; once we had a joint going around I found more than a few times that I had been mesmerized by the dance that ensued between them.
I was honestly surprised at how full an experience a concert is, how it plays to all your senses. The smell of pot mixed with the sharp scent of cigarettes and sweat. The gut-pounding base from the music or the earth-shaking feeling of everyone in the stadium stomping their feet awaiting the next song. The raw taste of my throat after whooping and hollering and singing, trying in vain to be heard above everyone else just as those people were trying in vain to be heard above me. The music, particularily Trent Reznor's voice, which, as everyone was saying after the concert, is as good now - in his 40s - as it was back in the day. And all the sights: fools crashing around in the mosh pit without regard for their, or anyone else's safety; the lights; the scantily clad women; the glow of a thousand lighters during Hurt and Head Like a Hole. It was an eye-opening experience.
I would like to take this time to thank a few people:
Alvin: for using your credit card to purchase the tickets. Good seats, man.
Ling: for letting us share a cab with you on the way to the concert.
Jen: for convincing me to go.
Ness/Russ: for pitching the pot that made the experience almost hypnotic.
That's about all I have to say about that. I think I may be open for a few more of these "concerts" you speak of, but only if it's Aerosmith or something.