Velvet Revolver and my plot to exterminate the men of planet earth
I hate men. HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM.
*ahem*
*breathes*
See, I paid an obscene amount of money to get a ticket on eBay for a sold out Velvet Revolver show. And it was totally worth it, because they are awesome, and put on an amazing show.
Except I couldn't really enjoy it, because this guy behind me would not stop grabbing me, groping me, rubbing against me, drooling on me, slapping me...
So I had to decide, should I give up this awesome spot, this perfect view that I stood through an unendurably shitty opening band and 40 minutes of setup time for? Why should I have to move just because this guy is being a dick? So I stayed, but I should've just left, because it was impossible to have any fun. Every time I got into it and started jumping around, this asshole just took it as an invitation to grab me more. I ended up watching the show with my hands behind my back so that I could slap him every time he tried something. He was drunk, so he kept apologizing and then doing it again.
I AM NOT A DOLL. I AM NOT A TOY, I AM NOT A PLAYTHING, I DO NOT EXIST FOR ANYONE ELSE'S AMUSEMENT.
God, I fucking hate men.
So instead of enjoying the show, I was fantasizing about having a gigantic, superstrong, slightly psychopathic bodyguard, so that next time I go to a show, the bodyguard will protect me. And the next guy to try to molest me will get his fucking balls cut off. (That's why the bodyguard has to be slightly psychopathic.)
I KNOW how moshpits work. I've been in a million of them, and I can put up with a lot of bullshit. But there is a clear line between normal pushing/shoving and borderline sexual assault.
Anyway, um, aside from that, the show was good. It still blows my mind that Scott Weiland is playing with the remnants of Guns 'N' Roses. Never in all my childhood imaginings would I have come up with that potential supergroup, and if you told me about it, I'd have laughed my ass off. Yet it works, brilliantly. The charisma is amazing and the musical styles work together very well.
It was really cool to see Slash up close--he was right in front of me, since I was on the right side. He's such an icon, and still supercool. And to see Scott Weiland up close--he's looking really good. And healthy. And his voice is awesome. Yay.
It's funny, I never considered myself a huge Stone Temple Pilots fan, but that was my era, and that was my music, and hearing it again makes me so ridiculously happy. It's like a reminder that even though the world has moved on, the things that mattered to me still exist in some form.
So the highlight for me was, by far, "Vasoline," the STP song that they played. ("Sex Type Thing," which they played the first time I saw them, was even better, but I'm not going to argue.) I remember listening to that song as a kid--I even remember seeing them play it on the David Letterman show, taping it and watching it several times--and now it's so many years later and I get to see it live and it's wonderful. I never would've imagined. And it makes me so happy.
Except for the fucking men who have to go and ruin it.
(And YEAH I know that not all men are evil, blah blah blah, stop interrupting my rant.)
*ahem*
*breathes*
See, I paid an obscene amount of money to get a ticket on eBay for a sold out Velvet Revolver show. And it was totally worth it, because they are awesome, and put on an amazing show.
Except I couldn't really enjoy it, because this guy behind me would not stop grabbing me, groping me, rubbing against me, drooling on me, slapping me...
So I had to decide, should I give up this awesome spot, this perfect view that I stood through an unendurably shitty opening band and 40 minutes of setup time for? Why should I have to move just because this guy is being a dick? So I stayed, but I should've just left, because it was impossible to have any fun. Every time I got into it and started jumping around, this asshole just took it as an invitation to grab me more. I ended up watching the show with my hands behind my back so that I could slap him every time he tried something. He was drunk, so he kept apologizing and then doing it again.
I AM NOT A DOLL. I AM NOT A TOY, I AM NOT A PLAYTHING, I DO NOT EXIST FOR ANYONE ELSE'S AMUSEMENT.
God, I fucking hate men.
So instead of enjoying the show, I was fantasizing about having a gigantic, superstrong, slightly psychopathic bodyguard, so that next time I go to a show, the bodyguard will protect me. And the next guy to try to molest me will get his fucking balls cut off. (That's why the bodyguard has to be slightly psychopathic.)
I KNOW how moshpits work. I've been in a million of them, and I can put up with a lot of bullshit. But there is a clear line between normal pushing/shoving and borderline sexual assault.
Anyway, um, aside from that, the show was good. It still blows my mind that Scott Weiland is playing with the remnants of Guns 'N' Roses. Never in all my childhood imaginings would I have come up with that potential supergroup, and if you told me about it, I'd have laughed my ass off. Yet it works, brilliantly. The charisma is amazing and the musical styles work together very well.
It was really cool to see Slash up close--he was right in front of me, since I was on the right side. He's such an icon, and still supercool. And to see Scott Weiland up close--he's looking really good. And healthy. And his voice is awesome. Yay.
It's funny, I never considered myself a huge Stone Temple Pilots fan, but that was my era, and that was my music, and hearing it again makes me so ridiculously happy. It's like a reminder that even though the world has moved on, the things that mattered to me still exist in some form.
So the highlight for me was, by far, "Vasoline," the STP song that they played. ("Sex Type Thing," which they played the first time I saw them, was even better, but I'm not going to argue.) I remember listening to that song as a kid--I even remember seeing them play it on the David Letterman show, taping it and watching it several times--and now it's so many years later and I get to see it live and it's wonderful. I never would've imagined. And it makes me so happy.
Except for the fucking men who have to go and ruin it.
(And YEAH I know that not all men are evil, blah blah blah, stop interrupting my rant.)