kickass concert
Michaela helped me out with getting someone to cover for me tonight, so I just came back from the Tom Petty concert.
Upon arrival at Greatwoods (the Tweeter Center, for you n00bs), the first thing that struck me was the sea of drunk, obnoxious abolescents. It was a regular teenage wasteland, if you will. They were everywhere, tailgating, stumbling, making out, peeing in bushes. All with "University of ______" or "______ College" stickers on their cars. What a scholarly atmosphere it was. I couldn't stand it.
We made out way inside and waited for a while for the opening act, the Black Crowes, to go on. People slowly filled up the place. I watched the people around me get up again and again for more drinks, and slowly grow more inebriated and childlike and obnoxious. Many danced like absolute fools when the Black Crowes did come on. I'm not a dancer. I've always felt dancing looks absolutely ridiculous except on TV or when done by professionals. And I have no patience for drunken stupidity.
The Black Crowes were pretty good, but I knew none of the songs they played. I know a few songs by them, but those weren't played.
When Tom Petty got on, the crowd went wild. He was fantastic. He opened with "Listen to Her Heart." But by far the highlight of the night was when he played my absolute favorite Tom Petty song: "Mary Jane's Last Dance."
Oh, my my. Oh, hell yes.
'Course, as soon as he went on, the potheads lit up.
Potfactor: Let's just say the warm smell of colitas was definitely rising up through the air, tonight.
The punk-bastard next to me was smoking it. As if my head wasn't already killing me from the noise. He looked like he was about 12. Smoking a joint, washing it down with beer, and fondling his just-as-young-looking girlfriend. Classy.
I was glad when Tom Petty came on because then everyone was standing and it wasn't so hard to look over the one or two fools in front of me who were dancing idiotically.
Personally, my favorite move is the finger-point.
That's when you violently bob your head like a moron and you have one hand in the air, index finger extended, and you move your wrist up and down in time with your head whilst rotating your body, sort of dancing and pointing at the stage at the same time.
As if the musician will pick you out of all those people and acknowledge you.
Hooo-raaaay college kids.
Derrrrrr.
I know it's bitchy, but not much bothers me except that type of stuff.
.....people having fun.
Wow. I'm a terrible human being.
But I love Tom Petty! ^_~
Every so often throughout the show, I would find that my thoughts had wandered.
"Hey, I love this song. I bought Charlene a little present, but should I give it to her next time I see her, or as part of her graduation gift? What if I don't see her till I give her the gift anyway? I miss Nick. I need to go shopping. Should I keep my housing at RIC? What do I need for dorm furniture? What song is he gonna play next? Who the hell gave this 12-year-old next to me that much marijuana? Why is this middle-aged woman in front of me dancing like an idiot? Why is she wearing a cowboy hat? It's a pretty stupid cowboy hat. What's he gonna play next? What time will I be home? I'm hungry. Why didn't I eat my sandwich from lil general? Aw, the song's over. Where was I?"
But I had a really good time. Thank you, dad.
And thanks to Michaela for badgering some poor girl into working for me.
I went to Chelo's with Nick and Kyle today. Saw Amanda. That was really weird. She needs next Friday off, too. Kyle/Nick won me a stuffed Koala bear from the machine-thingy at Chelo's. Crap. I think it's in Kyle's car. No, it's at my mom's.
I could have deleted that pointless thought.
Anyway, I'm gonna eat ice cream and mini-donuts and stuff.
"I'm learnin' to fly
but I ain't got wings.
Coming down
is the hardest thing..."
-Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Upon arrival at Greatwoods (the Tweeter Center, for you n00bs), the first thing that struck me was the sea of drunk, obnoxious abolescents. It was a regular teenage wasteland, if you will. They were everywhere, tailgating, stumbling, making out, peeing in bushes. All with "University of ______" or "______ College" stickers on their cars. What a scholarly atmosphere it was. I couldn't stand it.
We made out way inside and waited for a while for the opening act, the Black Crowes, to go on. People slowly filled up the place. I watched the people around me get up again and again for more drinks, and slowly grow more inebriated and childlike and obnoxious. Many danced like absolute fools when the Black Crowes did come on. I'm not a dancer. I've always felt dancing looks absolutely ridiculous except on TV or when done by professionals. And I have no patience for drunken stupidity.
The Black Crowes were pretty good, but I knew none of the songs they played. I know a few songs by them, but those weren't played.
When Tom Petty got on, the crowd went wild. He was fantastic. He opened with "Listen to Her Heart." But by far the highlight of the night was when he played my absolute favorite Tom Petty song: "Mary Jane's Last Dance."
Oh, my my. Oh, hell yes.
'Course, as soon as he went on, the potheads lit up.
Potfactor: Let's just say the warm smell of colitas was definitely rising up through the air, tonight.
The punk-bastard next to me was smoking it. As if my head wasn't already killing me from the noise. He looked like he was about 12. Smoking a joint, washing it down with beer, and fondling his just-as-young-looking girlfriend. Classy.
I was glad when Tom Petty came on because then everyone was standing and it wasn't so hard to look over the one or two fools in front of me who were dancing idiotically.
Personally, my favorite move is the finger-point.
That's when you violently bob your head like a moron and you have one hand in the air, index finger extended, and you move your wrist up and down in time with your head whilst rotating your body, sort of dancing and pointing at the stage at the same time.
As if the musician will pick you out of all those people and acknowledge you.
Hooo-raaaay college kids.
Derrrrrr.
I know it's bitchy, but not much bothers me except that type of stuff.
.....people having fun.
Wow. I'm a terrible human being.
But I love Tom Petty! ^_~
Every so often throughout the show, I would find that my thoughts had wandered.
"Hey, I love this song. I bought Charlene a little present, but should I give it to her next time I see her, or as part of her graduation gift? What if I don't see her till I give her the gift anyway? I miss Nick. I need to go shopping. Should I keep my housing at RIC? What do I need for dorm furniture? What song is he gonna play next? Who the hell gave this 12-year-old next to me that much marijuana? Why is this middle-aged woman in front of me dancing like an idiot? Why is she wearing a cowboy hat? It's a pretty stupid cowboy hat. What's he gonna play next? What time will I be home? I'm hungry. Why didn't I eat my sandwich from lil general? Aw, the song's over. Where was I?"
But I had a really good time. Thank you, dad.
And thanks to Michaela for badgering some poor girl into working for me.
I went to Chelo's with Nick and Kyle today. Saw Amanda. That was really weird. She needs next Friday off, too. Kyle/Nick won me a stuffed Koala bear from the machine-thingy at Chelo's. Crap. I think it's in Kyle's car. No, it's at my mom's.
I could have deleted that pointless thought.
Anyway, I'm gonna eat ice cream and mini-donuts and stuff.
"I'm learnin' to fly
but I ain't got wings.
Coming down
is the hardest thing..."
-Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers