Save a horse-- ride a virgin
Virgin Festival kicked so much ass.
Concert Rundown:
The Killers: They were a mite disappointing, to be honest. They didn't suck, they gave good music, but there wasn't much of a SHOW if you know what I mean. Except for the crowd surfers slamming into our heads, there really wasn't much to differentiate it between just listening to the album. Of course, they played some new stuff, and they wore some pretty neat Western style outfits, but you know?
Also, they came on right before The Who. And really, no one can quite live up to that standard.
The Who: So. Awesome. We saw an ambulance before we got to the concert and we were like "goddamn it, the rest of The Who just died." But they didn't. They played a fantastic set, and there was lots of jumping around and screaming and singing, and I kept ALMOST getting really great pictures, but people kept throwing their hands up into the air right in front of the stage and getting into my shot. Not that it mattered much, we were like ten FEET from the stage. It was AWESOME. They put on a fantastic show.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers: We came for them, we stayed for them, and they delivered! Unfortunately, we were MUCH farther away, and I could only barely see what was going on on stage. Will picked me up and put me on his shoulders for Fortune Faded, and that was the coolest thing in the goddamn world. I could see EVERYTHING, it was like a sea of people's heads, and occasional crowd surfers. Flea was rocking back and forth in his pink jumpsuit looking like a friendly Gila monster, and Anthony Keitis was molesting the microphone, and it was AWESOME.
During the course of the concert, Will lost his Indiana Jones hat. The Voodoo was stolen by a random crowd surfer. We threw Andy up to go get it, but he failed in that particular mission.
Getting home was hell on earth. We got lost. Not the kind of lost where you're not sure where you are... the kind of lost where you know goddamn well where you are, it's just not where you should be, and you know where you should be is right nearby, you just CAN'T. FUCKING. GET THERE! After a FULL HOUR of driving up and down the SAME ROAD, we finally stopped at a gas station to ask for directions. There was another v-fest goer who was in the same boat, and we managed to get directions from a man we will now refer to as Ghetto!Jesus. This man is the coolest person ever, because he got us to 695. I have never been REJOICING about getting onto the beltway before. Holy jesus on a matza.
Today we got sushi and replaced the Indy!Hat. The world is back as it should be.
And now I am going the hell to sleep. I am wiped out.
Concert Rundown:
The Killers: They were a mite disappointing, to be honest. They didn't suck, they gave good music, but there wasn't much of a SHOW if you know what I mean. Except for the crowd surfers slamming into our heads, there really wasn't much to differentiate it between just listening to the album. Of course, they played some new stuff, and they wore some pretty neat Western style outfits, but you know?
Also, they came on right before The Who. And really, no one can quite live up to that standard.
The Who: So. Awesome. We saw an ambulance before we got to the concert and we were like "goddamn it, the rest of The Who just died." But they didn't. They played a fantastic set, and there was lots of jumping around and screaming and singing, and I kept ALMOST getting really great pictures, but people kept throwing their hands up into the air right in front of the stage and getting into my shot. Not that it mattered much, we were like ten FEET from the stage. It was AWESOME. They put on a fantastic show.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers: We came for them, we stayed for them, and they delivered! Unfortunately, we were MUCH farther away, and I could only barely see what was going on on stage. Will picked me up and put me on his shoulders for Fortune Faded, and that was the coolest thing in the goddamn world. I could see EVERYTHING, it was like a sea of people's heads, and occasional crowd surfers. Flea was rocking back and forth in his pink jumpsuit looking like a friendly Gila monster, and Anthony Keitis was molesting the microphone, and it was AWESOME.
During the course of the concert, Will lost his Indiana Jones hat. The Voodoo was stolen by a random crowd surfer. We threw Andy up to go get it, but he failed in that particular mission.
Getting home was hell on earth. We got lost. Not the kind of lost where you're not sure where you are... the kind of lost where you know goddamn well where you are, it's just not where you should be, and you know where you should be is right nearby, you just CAN'T. FUCKING. GET THERE! After a FULL HOUR of driving up and down the SAME ROAD, we finally stopped at a gas station to ask for directions. There was another v-fest goer who was in the same boat, and we managed to get directions from a man we will now refer to as Ghetto!Jesus. This man is the coolest person ever, because he got us to 695. I have never been REJOICING about getting onto the beltway before. Holy jesus on a matza.
Today we got sushi and replaced the Indy!Hat. The world is back as it should be.
And now I am going the hell to sleep. I am wiped out.