Theme Song: "Rock Show" - Peaches
Eleven O'clock on a Wednesday morning. I'm sitting in Driver's Ed, listening to BJ talk about color-coded traffic signs. Riveting stuff, my friends. *rolls eyes* And of course a sudden ringing in my shorts temporarily interrupts his lecture. HOW does everyone I know manage to call me when I'm in class? Honestly, that takes skill! I go outside on the balcony and ask my sister what's so urgent about this phone call. She soberly asks me, "What are you doing tonight?" Uhhhh... nothing much. I'll probably continue transferring my VHS tapes to DVD. What's up? "Well, I've got tickets to see Nickelback. Wanna come with?" *scans his memory for Nickelback*
*lightbulb goes off* Oh, great. "You're sure?" No really, Nickelback. Woot. I'll see you then! *click!* Well, what do you expect? It's not Maroon 5 or the Pussycat Dolls or Britney Spears (now THAT would make me scream like a 12-year-old girl!). How excited do you want me to be here? Oh well, it would be my very first concert, so now's not the time to be picky. Important thing is: at least it's a band I've actually heard of. That's a start.This ain't a fuckin' TALK Show,
A Big Gigantic COCK Show,
You came to see it ALL...
Around 5 or so, Jiselle and I roll out. Our destination: Merriweather Post-Pavilion in Columbia. On the ride there we talk about some of the other concerts she's been to, like Kelis and Gwen Stefani in Vegas. Besides Britney, one of the artists I DEFINITELY wanna see in concert is Peaches 'cause she is one of a dying breed of true, nasty, hardcore, female rockers on the circuit. When we're finally 2 blocks away from our exit, traffic is soooooo backed up that we're literally moving a foot every 5 minutes. 90 minutes later, road rage starts to kick in and crazed Nickelback fans are trying desperately to get there. Next thing you know, people are honking their horns, driving their SUVs up on the shoulder, abandoning their cars and walking... and at this point, my sister is very pregnant and therefore, very irritable. Sure, it's all fine and good to scream at the impatient asshole trying to cut in line next to us, but I'M the one who's gonna have to defend your honor and give this middle-aged businessman the beatdown of a lifetime. *smashes ice coffee bottle on passenger door* Betta' recognize, sucka...
He eventually backs off, so we don't come to blows (damn!), and after over 2 hours of waiting in line we're finally at the pavilion, parked in the V.I.P. ravine. We walk to our seats, which are actually pretty damn close to the stage (20th row or so)--not directly in the moshpit but I'll adjust. Although we just barely missed the opening act, Daughtry (featuring the guy from American Idol), we do catch the second opening act, Staind. Gotta say, they are AWWWESOME!! I'd only known them from a few random songs on action/horror movie soundtracks, but they definitely WoWed everyone in the audience. Immediately following Staind's performance, the clamor of the audience is disrupted by the piercing sound of a gunshot.
BANNNNG! The pavilion goes pitch black. I instinctively think to myself, "They shootin'! They shootin'! Where's my 'blade?" *calms down* But then I remember. Oh wait, I'm at a Nickelback concert in Columbia, not the Source Awards! :-D Any gunshots I hear will most likely be followed by "Wee-HA!" or the resounding thud of a wounded moose. Wheeew. The curtain drops and the band appears in front of a rain of fire, playing a ballbustin' rendition of Because Of You (a new instant favorite for me). HoT! The guys also crank out a few of our favorites (aka the only ones we actually know) like Photograph and Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) (which ironically, I had used for a WMAC fan music video I produced weeks earlier). Around 10:30PM, Preggers and I hit the road to avoid the drunk caravan that WILL inevitably follow the show.
My thoughts on the concert? It was FAN-Fuckin'-TASTIC, OWW! Jiselle and I'd both (wrongfully) assumed that Nickelback was gonna be really laidback and lame like Creed or some shit, but they were surprisingly hardcore and I LOVE 'em for it. And apparently I'm not the only one: it turns out my girl Emily was workin' the concert and Hailee (my favorite flute from NHS) was also there... somewhere. AND it turns out that my mere presence actually saved a girl's life. Y'see, my sister's friend (the one who was supposed to go but backed out), went into diabetic shock while working at Jeff's Gentleman's Club and one of the other girls gave her CPR, so... moral of story? Uh, "everything happens for a reason?" Girl on girl? I don't know, I give up. *awkward pause* Nickelback Rocks, OWWW!!
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