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I figure it has been quite some time since I've regaled y'all with the amazing tales of my concerting adventures. This is due largely in part to the complete lack of concerting adventures I've undertaken in the past few months. There haven't been a whole lot of shows in Michigan as of late, and even if there happens to be something I want to see, it's hard to get to a show without my concert buddies, Andrew or backup Andrew (Gayle). So, mostly I just sit around in my room listening to music. Sometimes I listen to live albums and it isn't really the same and I don't smell like smoke afterwards. This certainly wasn't the case last night, as Paul and his posse of random friends made their way to Ann Arbor to see MC Chris at the Blind Pig.
So, this was probably the weirdest concert group ever. It was Hudnall (contrary to popular belief, he is still around), Stank (concert virgin), and Justin (Justin). It's a real testament to the artist that he could bring together people with such different musical tastes. There's me (relatively indie with a touch of lame), Hudnall (he likes My Chemical Romance and The Used. Ick), Stank (Eminem and ONLY Eminem), and Justin (I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like music). I probably overdid it with all parentheses but I'm sure you get the point. MC Chris owns.
Um, someone (Hudnall) had the brilliant idea to leave really early because that is cool. To be fair, MC Chris has sold out most, if not all of the shows he'd done on the present tour, so it was a relatively decent idea to get there somewhat early to make sure we could get inside. Still, doors were at 8 and we left about 5. The drive was an hour or so and we got there with two hours to spare. We didn't really know what to do so we moseyed on down to the 8-Ball Saloon, which is a bar bellow The Blind Pig. They had advance tickets on sale earlier in the week which were cheaper than the door tickets so we decided to check to see if they had any left. Surely enough, they had like 5 left so we saved some money.
We still had nothing to do for hours so we let Hudnall lead us around Ann Arbor. It was Sunday and nothing was open which makes people sad, but I did get to see some neat places. There were about a billion Asian restaurants (Justin felt at home) and I got to see some neat places like the Ark and Michigan theater which are other venues I'd never been to. I guess this probably isn't the time to mention I'd never been to Ann Arbor The Blind Pig before. I probably should have said that sooner. It's a pretty neat place. We found a Borders which was open but we had no reason to be there so we pretty much just walked in and out. Hudnall took us to a really sweet comic shop after that, which was closed but we could peer in through the window and it was amazing and huge. If I ever had any reason to go back to Ann Arbor, I would totally live in that place.
We still had over an hour of time left to kill with absolutely nothing to do. We made our way back to el venue and found some cold benches to sit on. Justin stood on top of them because sitting was too hard. A small line formed and we had to get in it even though we had tickets. It was really cold and the only way to stay warm was cuddling/aerobic arm workouts. We did both. Eventually Hudnall's girlfriend, Denise got there with her friends. She is much hotter and much cooler than Hudnall. I could probably steal her away but as I have lots of respect for Jason, I won't.
We stood some more and were cold. The crazy staff let us in and then it was time to not be cold. Stank, Justin, and I found some seats and Hudnall, Denise, and other folks all went and sat somewhere else because they are better than us. We talked some and after about a half hour the first band came on. Some folks might call them Downtown Brown as that is the name they have chosen for themselves. If you were into heavy drinking or mosh pits you would have liked them. They were pretty zany but also not very good. Hudnall liked them, so that says something.
Next up was Grand Buffet. They were two white guys that rapped. If you don't like white guys rapping you probably don't care about an MC Chris concert. They made us laugh lots and the rhymes were pretty solid. I find it kinda frightening that I just said "the rhymes were pretty solid" and I have no idea if I'm kidding or not.
Two opening acts and then it was time for MC Chris to hit the stage. Hudnall, Denise, and I weaseled our way towards the front of the crowd because that is what we do. Stank and Justin stayed behind because they are pretty much giant pussies. It took awhile for MC to hit the stage and I don't really blame him as the setup took forever (a single laptop). But when he finally did come out, the place went fucking crazy. I should mention that he did sell the place out and it was a total crush scene.
I'm sure I could find a complete set list without much effort but fuck you. He did songs from all the albums and he pretty much nailed the fuck out of all of them. The between song banter was pretty hilarious and he had us in stitches most of the time. He didn't waste time heckling the crowd, heckling himself, and talking about orgasms so intense they had the power to make women bleed through their nipples. He called us Toledo and later made up for it by screaming "Fuck Ohio".
I am now going to dedicate a paragraph to this guy I shall now refer to as Douche Bag. If you've been to a concert, you know a guy like Douche Bag. He is the guy that has to get to the front of the stage by being fat and stupid and pushing everyone out of his way. He doesn't politely use ninja skills to sneak through gaps in the crowd, he just moves you out of the way. Douche Bag doesn't have to be a fat bastard, he can be a normal person like you and I or he can be a 13 year old girl who absolutely has to get as close as Conor as possible because being close to him will make him have sex with you. You know how it goes. So, anyway, this particular Douche Bag decided to push between Hudnall and me to get a few feet closer than he had been standing prior to that. He was drunk and with a friend. The friend tried to push his way through as well, but by this point Hudnall and I had formed an impenetrable wall of sexiness and his friend was stuck behind us. So, being drunk, he took it upon himself to yell the most clever/witty remarks anyone could possibly come up with. I will recite two of them for you, as comic genius such as this really needs to be appreciated by all. First we have "Your mom goes to college." Seriously, when aren't Napoleon Dynamite quotes funny? You know, I don't think that movie has been quoted to death thousands of times in situations much more appropriate than an MC Chris concert. If only he'd thought to yell something in regards to tater tots, he could have been the real belle of the ball. Next we have "We need to drink!!!!!!1111!!!" which in itself isn't funny, but MC Chris actually heard this and decided to reply to the guy. His reply was something along the lines of "We're in a bar, retard. Turn around." The best part about Douche Bag was that every time he would yell anything ever, he would turn to his friend for approval. As his friend was directly behind Hudnall and me, still forming our impenetrable wall of sexiness (which was mostly just for the sake of the sexiness at this point), Douche Bag would often have his head directly between our shoulders. Though Napoleon Dynamite quotes are cool all by themselves, it is even cooler to turn around, rest your head atop the shoulders of random strangers, make even more obnoxious/drunken comments to your pathetic friend who isn't even strong enough to make it through Paul and Hudnall, and seek approval for the aforementioned quotes. Yes, my friends. That is fucking hip to the max.
Whew. So, yeah. MC Chris fucking owns. He owned the crowd and there were times when moshing actually broke out. Thankfully enough he told those cool enough to mosh to MC Chris that they needed to stop, but still. For me, highlights included Geek, Ten Year Old, and the closer, DQ Blizzard. Regardless, the entire set was solid. The crowd was very into it which is something you can't say about lots of more established acts. Sure, nerdcore hip-hop is pretty much a niche genre, but there's really something to be said about a white guy with a high pitched voice who can make a living rapping about Star Wars.
Douche Bags, mosh pits, and Justin aside, we all had a great time. I am in dire need of more concerting adventures for they truly are the most satisfying forms for entertainment I get these days.
There was also a bit of fun to be had today which I will mention briefly. It's Spring Break for those of us at Oakland University (oddly enough it not even spring yet) so I am free class for the entire week. Thanks to the company being cheap as fuck, I also don't have to work until Friday. So, I get a mini-vacation this week and there is lots of sleeping to be done. That's precisely what I did until Stank and Melissa made me go out to dinner with them. We went to Mongolian Barbeque, which everyone seems to love but I'd never been to (though Paul Historians will not that I've had a cup from there sitting upon my entertainment center for years which is home to all my loose change). I had all sorts of crazy food and it was yummy, to say the least. I will totally go there again now that I've gotten over my fear of it. Also, I really want to try alligator. They didn't have alligator there but Hudnall says he's seen it at the Ann Arbor location before. I don't know what could be cooler than feasting upon an alligator.
I figure it has been quite some time since I've regaled y'all with the amazing tales of my concerting adventures. This is due largely in part to the complete lack of concerting adventures I've undertaken in the past few months. There haven't been a whole lot of shows in Michigan as of late, and even if there happens to be something I want to see, it's hard to get to a show without my concert buddies, Andrew or backup Andrew (Gayle). So, mostly I just sit around in my room listening to music. Sometimes I listen to live albums and it isn't really the same and I don't smell like smoke afterwards. This certainly wasn't the case last night, as Paul and his posse of random friends made their way to Ann Arbor to see MC Chris at the Blind Pig.
So, this was probably the weirdest concert group ever. It was Hudnall (contrary to popular belief, he is still around), Stank (concert virgin), and Justin (Justin). It's a real testament to the artist that he could bring together people with such different musical tastes. There's me (relatively indie with a touch of lame), Hudnall (he likes My Chemical Romance and The Used. Ick), Stank (Eminem and ONLY Eminem), and Justin (I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like music). I probably overdid it with all parentheses but I'm sure you get the point. MC Chris owns.
Um, someone (Hudnall) had the brilliant idea to leave really early because that is cool. To be fair, MC Chris has sold out most, if not all of the shows he'd done on the present tour, so it was a relatively decent idea to get there somewhat early to make sure we could get inside. Still, doors were at 8 and we left about 5. The drive was an hour or so and we got there with two hours to spare. We didn't really know what to do so we moseyed on down to the 8-Ball Saloon, which is a bar bellow The Blind Pig. They had advance tickets on sale earlier in the week which were cheaper than the door tickets so we decided to check to see if they had any left. Surely enough, they had like 5 left so we saved some money.
We still had nothing to do for hours so we let Hudnall lead us around Ann Arbor. It was Sunday and nothing was open which makes people sad, but I did get to see some neat places. There were about a billion Asian restaurants (Justin felt at home) and I got to see some neat places like the Ark and Michigan theater which are other venues I'd never been to. I guess this probably isn't the time to mention I'd never been to Ann Arbor The Blind Pig before. I probably should have said that sooner. It's a pretty neat place. We found a Borders which was open but we had no reason to be there so we pretty much just walked in and out. Hudnall took us to a really sweet comic shop after that, which was closed but we could peer in through the window and it was amazing and huge. If I ever had any reason to go back to Ann Arbor, I would totally live in that place.
We still had over an hour of time left to kill with absolutely nothing to do. We made our way back to el venue and found some cold benches to sit on. Justin stood on top of them because sitting was too hard. A small line formed and we had to get in it even though we had tickets. It was really cold and the only way to stay warm was cuddling/aerobic arm workouts. We did both. Eventually Hudnall's girlfriend, Denise got there with her friends. She is much hotter and much cooler than Hudnall. I could probably steal her away but as I have lots of respect for Jason, I won't.
We stood some more and were cold. The crazy staff let us in and then it was time to not be cold. Stank, Justin, and I found some seats and Hudnall, Denise, and other folks all went and sat somewhere else because they are better than us. We talked some and after about a half hour the first band came on. Some folks might call them Downtown Brown as that is the name they have chosen for themselves. If you were into heavy drinking or mosh pits you would have liked them. They were pretty zany but also not very good. Hudnall liked them, so that says something.
Next up was Grand Buffet. They were two white guys that rapped. If you don't like white guys rapping you probably don't care about an MC Chris concert. They made us laugh lots and the rhymes were pretty solid. I find it kinda frightening that I just said "the rhymes were pretty solid" and I have no idea if I'm kidding or not.
Two opening acts and then it was time for MC Chris to hit the stage. Hudnall, Denise, and I weaseled our way towards the front of the crowd because that is what we do. Stank and Justin stayed behind because they are pretty much giant pussies. It took awhile for MC to hit the stage and I don't really blame him as the setup took forever (a single laptop). But when he finally did come out, the place went fucking crazy. I should mention that he did sell the place out and it was a total crush scene.
I'm sure I could find a complete set list without much effort but fuck you. He did songs from all the albums and he pretty much nailed the fuck out of all of them. The between song banter was pretty hilarious and he had us in stitches most of the time. He didn't waste time heckling the crowd, heckling himself, and talking about orgasms so intense they had the power to make women bleed through their nipples. He called us Toledo and later made up for it by screaming "Fuck Ohio".
I am now going to dedicate a paragraph to this guy I shall now refer to as Douche Bag. If you've been to a concert, you know a guy like Douche Bag. He is the guy that has to get to the front of the stage by being fat and stupid and pushing everyone out of his way. He doesn't politely use ninja skills to sneak through gaps in the crowd, he just moves you out of the way. Douche Bag doesn't have to be a fat bastard, he can be a normal person like you and I or he can be a 13 year old girl who absolutely has to get as close as Conor as possible because being close to him will make him have sex with you. You know how it goes. So, anyway, this particular Douche Bag decided to push between Hudnall and me to get a few feet closer than he had been standing prior to that. He was drunk and with a friend. The friend tried to push his way through as well, but by this point Hudnall and I had formed an impenetrable wall of sexiness and his friend was stuck behind us. So, being drunk, he took it upon himself to yell the most clever/witty remarks anyone could possibly come up with. I will recite two of them for you, as comic genius such as this really needs to be appreciated by all. First we have "Your mom goes to college." Seriously, when aren't Napoleon Dynamite quotes funny? You know, I don't think that movie has been quoted to death thousands of times in situations much more appropriate than an MC Chris concert. If only he'd thought to yell something in regards to tater tots, he could have been the real belle of the ball. Next we have "We need to drink!!!!!!1111!!!" which in itself isn't funny, but MC Chris actually heard this and decided to reply to the guy. His reply was something along the lines of "We're in a bar, retard. Turn around." The best part about Douche Bag was that every time he would yell anything ever, he would turn to his friend for approval. As his friend was directly behind Hudnall and me, still forming our impenetrable wall of sexiness (which was mostly just for the sake of the sexiness at this point), Douche Bag would often have his head directly between our shoulders. Though Napoleon Dynamite quotes are cool all by themselves, it is even cooler to turn around, rest your head atop the shoulders of random strangers, make even more obnoxious/drunken comments to your pathetic friend who isn't even strong enough to make it through Paul and Hudnall, and seek approval for the aforementioned quotes. Yes, my friends. That is fucking hip to the max.
Whew. So, yeah. MC Chris fucking owns. He owned the crowd and there were times when moshing actually broke out. Thankfully enough he told those cool enough to mosh to MC Chris that they needed to stop, but still. For me, highlights included Geek, Ten Year Old, and the closer, DQ Blizzard. Regardless, the entire set was solid. The crowd was very into it which is something you can't say about lots of more established acts. Sure, nerdcore hip-hop is pretty much a niche genre, but there's really something to be said about a white guy with a high pitched voice who can make a living rapping about Star Wars.
Douche Bags, mosh pits, and Justin aside, we all had a great time. I am in dire need of more concerting adventures for they truly are the most satisfying forms for entertainment I get these days.
There was also a bit of fun to be had today which I will mention briefly. It's Spring Break for those of us at Oakland University (oddly enough it not even spring yet) so I am free class for the entire week. Thanks to the company being cheap as fuck, I also don't have to work until Friday. So, I get a mini-vacation this week and there is lots of sleeping to be done. That's precisely what I did until Stank and Melissa made me go out to dinner with them. We went to Mongolian Barbeque, which everyone seems to love but I'd never been to (though Paul Historians will not that I've had a cup from there sitting upon my entertainment center for years which is home to all my loose change). I had all sorts of crazy food and it was yummy, to say the least. I will totally go there again now that I've gotten over my fear of it. Also, I really want to try alligator. They didn't have alligator there but Hudnall says he's seen it at the Ann Arbor location before. I don't know what could be cooler than feasting upon an alligator.