beastie boys are kickkin it liiiiive
Omg. Tues night me and my cousins (heather n brian) and my dad and andrew stormed Tampa for the BEASTIE BOYS CONCERT. Be prepared for a long awesome entry......
ok im trashed an hour before we even step foot inside the Forum so I'm taking random pictures of everyone(love to see how those turn out). whatever. we chill outside, heather talks about snatching some really expensive BB merchandise to see how far she gets. hilarious. Beer Talk of course. none of this actually goes down.
we go out on this little smoking balcony where all the people from the bar were chillin. it was a great view and we talked and hung for awhile. No cops. I didnt get carded the whole night. blah blah...fast forward
Ok. The Beastie Boys get on stage and start rockin. It was SO fucking awesome. A lot of the stuff they played was from their new album so I didnt kno it but that didnt stop me from pretending I did. Then about halfway thru, they start playing their old shit. like 'License to Ill' old. They bust out with Brass Monkey, Time to Get Ill, Paul Revere..ok the crowd goes absolutely fucking crazy. It was defeaning. About 3 different people tried to score weed off of *ME*. A little high school kid. yah. Everytime Brian lit his cigarette we got rushed by desperate ppl thinking it we were holding out on them.
About 2/3 the way thru,(heather n brian and I had hit up the merchandise and bought me a nicely overpriced shirt)I look around and realize my shirt is gone. No signs of it anywhere. I dont know if I lost it or someone stole it. who knows. That part sucked.
THe concert wraps up, the Beasties say they gotta go hit an after party so they do one last song. Ok not only did they do *Sabotage* but they dedicated it to George Dubya. I nearly fainted with happiness right there.
The place goes dark. Everyone stands and screams for them to come back for like 5 minutes straight. Maybe longer. I dunno. People start busting out the lighters and waving them. My dad and Heather did. hahahahha. So I'm waiting for the encore when a ticket collector by my dad tips him off that they're gonna be right here. and WTF the lights flicker, the music kicks up and I get surged to my left by a stampede becuz the Beastie Boys were literally 5 feet (maybe less) away on a flat at the end of our section. I was so close I could see the sweat dripping off of their faces. I could get past the security woman right in front of me, I could have TOUCHED them. It was UNBELIEVABLE.
Then it ends for real and the crowd takes us out into the hallways where the Yankee-Red Sox game is in the 8th inning. I was so pumped up from the concert I flicked off this woman wearing a Boston hat that stood about 3 ft from me. I told her Fuck the Red Sox. She told me Fuck the Yankees; OMG WTF WAS I THINKING. We're walking shoulder-to-shoulder in this crowd trying to get out and a few drunk people start chanting "Lets go Red Sox." That died and drunker people(that would be heather and I) started the infamous 'Lets go Yank-ees" chant. Our family is always starting that chant in random public placed after a night of drinking and fun. It caught on. I went home one happy kid. =)
ok im trashed an hour before we even step foot inside the Forum so I'm taking random pictures of everyone(love to see how those turn out). whatever. we chill outside, heather talks about snatching some really expensive BB merchandise to see how far she gets. hilarious. Beer Talk of course. none of this actually goes down.
we go out on this little smoking balcony where all the people from the bar were chillin. it was a great view and we talked and hung for awhile. No cops. I didnt get carded the whole night. blah blah...fast forward
Ok. The Beastie Boys get on stage and start rockin. It was SO fucking awesome. A lot of the stuff they played was from their new album so I didnt kno it but that didnt stop me from pretending I did. Then about halfway thru, they start playing their old shit. like 'License to Ill' old. They bust out with Brass Monkey, Time to Get Ill, Paul Revere..ok the crowd goes absolutely fucking crazy. It was defeaning. About 3 different people tried to score weed off of *ME*. A little high school kid. yah. Everytime Brian lit his cigarette we got rushed by desperate ppl thinking it we were holding out on them.
About 2/3 the way thru,(heather n brian and I had hit up the merchandise and bought me a nicely overpriced shirt)I look around and realize my shirt is gone. No signs of it anywhere. I dont know if I lost it or someone stole it. who knows. That part sucked.
THe concert wraps up, the Beasties say they gotta go hit an after party so they do one last song. Ok not only did they do *Sabotage* but they dedicated it to George Dubya. I nearly fainted with happiness right there.
The place goes dark. Everyone stands and screams for them to come back for like 5 minutes straight. Maybe longer. I dunno. People start busting out the lighters and waving them. My dad and Heather did. hahahahha. So I'm waiting for the encore when a ticket collector by my dad tips him off that they're gonna be right here. and WTF the lights flicker, the music kicks up and I get surged to my left by a stampede becuz the Beastie Boys were literally 5 feet (maybe less) away on a flat at the end of our section. I was so close I could see the sweat dripping off of their faces. I could get past the security woman right in front of me, I could have TOUCHED them. It was UNBELIEVABLE.
Then it ends for real and the crowd takes us out into the hallways where the Yankee-Red Sox game is in the 8th inning. I was so pumped up from the concert I flicked off this woman wearing a Boston hat that stood about 3 ft from me. I told her Fuck the Red Sox. She told me Fuck the Yankees; OMG WTF WAS I THINKING. We're walking shoulder-to-shoulder in this crowd trying to get out and a few drunk people start chanting "Lets go Red Sox." That died and drunker people(that would be heather and I) started the infamous 'Lets go Yank-ees" chant. Our family is always starting that chant in random public placed after a night of drinking and fun. It caught on. I went home one happy kid. =)