What's with this Swine Flu? Can't someone get these pigs a tissue?
So last night I went to the Greatest. Concert. Evar.
Flight of the Conchords, baby.
Last week some people at work invited me because someone else bowed out and they wanted to sell the 50 dollar ticket. Oh, and then another person bowed out for the same ticket. I'm ignoring the fact that I was the third choice down the line. It was nice to be invited, eventually. (I honestly do think they just didn't think about it, but as buddy buddy as we are at work this is the first time some of the other managers have invited me anywhere, even after saying a year ago that now that I'm a manager we should 'totally hang out'. I'm not really too broken up over it, I could have invited myself along at any point if I wasn't such a homebody, I'm sure.)
(Maybe.)
Anyhow, it was me, Bobby, my old music manager Alyson, Drew who used to work with us but moved to a different store, his wife and a couple of his friends. I went straight from work to Alyson's house and then we waited around for an hour or so for Drew and his crew to finally show up, scarfed down some Wendy's, and left for the Nokia Theater. It's the first time I've been to a concert or anywhere without Kade since I've been here. It wasn't too bad, though as expected the drinks and food were way too expensive to consider buying. However, Drew's friends decided to stay in line forever to get a tiny tiny 14 dollar drink and naturally we started trying to find our seats Right as the lights went out for the opening act. That was awesome, me with my being afraid of height's/stairs without a side rail to hold on to in the dark trying to keep up with them as we're going up and down stairs, desperately afraid I will lose them and be lost in the darkness forever. We finally find our seats after the usher has to kick some people Out of them, and Drew managed to find us the best seats 50 bucks will buy. The next to the last row. I had trouble seeing the fucking Big screen clearly if they weren't on a close up, it's that bad. It's commendable that it was such a good act that it was Still totally worth it even though those seats were uncomfortable, I couldn't see well and even partially hear well sometimes, and my shoulders ached the whole time from trying not to get in my coworker's three inches of personal space.
Eugene, a guy who is on the show occasionally as their building manager, was the opening act as a stand up comedian. It was surprisingly funny, half of the act was taken up by his hatred of Delta airlines alone and he even made up post cards for everyone to send to Delta informing them of how much he hated them and how we as a collective would never fly on their airlines again. His segment was only about 15 minutes long, but awesome none the less.
Then Flight of the Conchords came out in their robot suits and opened with Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor, which was aweeeesssooome. After that any time the sound guy, Matt, had to come out, he was wearing the robot helmet. Between songs they'd talk a bit and tell little stories in their dead pan way, improv some, and then go back to singing. After a few songs they introduce the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, which turned out to be only one guy with a cello, Nigel. It was explained that there used to be two other guys, one on a horn and another that would dance in the corner, but due to budgeting costs they fell off. They spent a long time talking before 'Think About It' about saving the whales, because they're out their in the ocean drowning and shouldn't really be in the water, seeing as their mammals, and how it was really difficult for them to dial a cellphone for help with their flippers. Even if they managed to their oceanic whale calls just relaxed the 911 operators so much they didn't do anything about it.
They closed (the second time) with the David Bowie song, after another long dialog about Bret going back in time to jam with David Bowie and complaining that David Bowie stole some of his riffs, to which Jermaine replied, 'To be fair, you were playing him back some of his own songs.' Which went into the conversation about the Play Bowie Easy book he brought along and handing it off to Bowie to 'make the next twenty years a lot easier, it's really hard to remember all of those songs.' It was hysterical when they got into the song listening to them and the two or three generations of Bowie music they go into and How spot on their Bowie impression is.
Gah, there were just too many good things that went on to tell it all, but it was fantastic. Do yourself a favor and see them if you can, it was totally worth it.
Flight of the Conchords, baby.
Last week some people at work invited me because someone else bowed out and they wanted to sell the 50 dollar ticket. Oh, and then another person bowed out for the same ticket. I'm ignoring the fact that I was the third choice down the line. It was nice to be invited, eventually. (I honestly do think they just didn't think about it, but as buddy buddy as we are at work this is the first time some of the other managers have invited me anywhere, even after saying a year ago that now that I'm a manager we should 'totally hang out'. I'm not really too broken up over it, I could have invited myself along at any point if I wasn't such a homebody, I'm sure.)
(Maybe.)
Anyhow, it was me, Bobby, my old music manager Alyson, Drew who used to work with us but moved to a different store, his wife and a couple of his friends. I went straight from work to Alyson's house and then we waited around for an hour or so for Drew and his crew to finally show up, scarfed down some Wendy's, and left for the Nokia Theater. It's the first time I've been to a concert or anywhere without Kade since I've been here. It wasn't too bad, though as expected the drinks and food were way too expensive to consider buying. However, Drew's friends decided to stay in line forever to get a tiny tiny 14 dollar drink and naturally we started trying to find our seats Right as the lights went out for the opening act. That was awesome, me with my being afraid of height's/stairs without a side rail to hold on to in the dark trying to keep up with them as we're going up and down stairs, desperately afraid I will lose them and be lost in the darkness forever. We finally find our seats after the usher has to kick some people Out of them, and Drew managed to find us the best seats 50 bucks will buy. The next to the last row. I had trouble seeing the fucking Big screen clearly if they weren't on a close up, it's that bad. It's commendable that it was such a good act that it was Still totally worth it even though those seats were uncomfortable, I couldn't see well and even partially hear well sometimes, and my shoulders ached the whole time from trying not to get in my coworker's three inches of personal space.
Eugene, a guy who is on the show occasionally as their building manager, was the opening act as a stand up comedian. It was surprisingly funny, half of the act was taken up by his hatred of Delta airlines alone and he even made up post cards for everyone to send to Delta informing them of how much he hated them and how we as a collective would never fly on their airlines again. His segment was only about 15 minutes long, but awesome none the less.
Then Flight of the Conchords came out in their robot suits and opened with Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor, which was aweeeesssooome. After that any time the sound guy, Matt, had to come out, he was wearing the robot helmet. Between songs they'd talk a bit and tell little stories in their dead pan way, improv some, and then go back to singing. After a few songs they introduce the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, which turned out to be only one guy with a cello, Nigel. It was explained that there used to be two other guys, one on a horn and another that would dance in the corner, but due to budgeting costs they fell off. They spent a long time talking before 'Think About It' about saving the whales, because they're out their in the ocean drowning and shouldn't really be in the water, seeing as their mammals, and how it was really difficult for them to dial a cellphone for help with their flippers. Even if they managed to their oceanic whale calls just relaxed the 911 operators so much they didn't do anything about it.
They closed (the second time) with the David Bowie song, after another long dialog about Bret going back in time to jam with David Bowie and complaining that David Bowie stole some of his riffs, to which Jermaine replied, 'To be fair, you were playing him back some of his own songs.' Which went into the conversation about the Play Bowie Easy book he brought along and handing it off to Bowie to 'make the next twenty years a lot easier, it's really hard to remember all of those songs.' It was hysterical when they got into the song listening to them and the two or three generations of Bowie music they go into and How spot on their Bowie impression is.
Gah, there were just too many good things that went on to tell it all, but it was fantastic. Do yourself a favor and see them if you can, it was totally worth it.