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weaktwosI went to my first heavy metal concert tonight. Motorhead and Dio opened for Iron Maiden. Iron Maiden was indeed cool. The drummer, though not good looking, was a damn fine musician. I enjoyed Motorhead's "rode hard and put away wet" style as well.
But Dio. I couldn't get past the fact that Dio looks like a mingy little leprachaun and his soulful use of the devil horns. It's okay to rock. It's okay to rock hard. But to display the devil horn finger-formation and look as if you're communicating something profound is giggle-worthy.
What was also noteworthy was that this was the first time I wanted to really hurt someone. The first time I truly sat and considered how I could cause injury to a stranger and a)make it look like an accident or b)not get caught at all. I shall recount this tale shortly.
Before I continue, however, let me just say that I'm fine with people having fun at concerts, but it is vital to remember that you're not the only hard-rocking fuckwit in the amphitheatre. You should rock out within your assigned seating area, not in others'. And while some interference is bound to happen (taller people naturally obscure the view of shorter ones, etc.) , one should not take deliberate steps to get in your face.
There was a nimrod at our concert who violated all those rules. We had fantastic seats, right behind the handicapped area, which had a nice view of the stage, as well as additional walking room. This fellow--I shall dub him Les Clue--sat next to us but felt the need to run around in front of us constantly, climb up on the railings, gesticulate at us stupidly when we asked him to move out of the way, and consistently ignored warnings from the event staff.
I came to this concert to see Iron Maiden, not Les Clue. Les Clue has no talent. Maiden does. Les Clue cannot dance, or play the air guitar very well. Les Clue needed to put his goddamn shirt back on.
This nuisance was hyper all evening. So it was after an hour of this crap that I wanted harm to come his way. I wanted veins in my teeth. I wanted to lodge my steel-toed doc marten up his mal-coordinated ass. Grrrrr!
While I am at it, I want to give a shout-out to the all-too-patient staff that should have dragged that guy's ass out of the concert after the third warning. Their ineffective management of the situation did nothing to deter this twit from his flailing hinderences.
I'm kind of wound up, and I'm watching The Two Towers. Soon I shall pass out.
But Dio. I couldn't get past the fact that Dio looks like a mingy little leprachaun and his soulful use of the devil horns. It's okay to rock. It's okay to rock hard. But to display the devil horn finger-formation and look as if you're communicating something profound is giggle-worthy.
What was also noteworthy was that this was the first time I wanted to really hurt someone. The first time I truly sat and considered how I could cause injury to a stranger and a)make it look like an accident or b)not get caught at all. I shall recount this tale shortly.
Before I continue, however, let me just say that I'm fine with people having fun at concerts, but it is vital to remember that you're not the only hard-rocking fuckwit in the amphitheatre. You should rock out within your assigned seating area, not in others'. And while some interference is bound to happen (taller people naturally obscure the view of shorter ones, etc.) , one should not take deliberate steps to get in your face.
There was a nimrod at our concert who violated all those rules. We had fantastic seats, right behind the handicapped area, which had a nice view of the stage, as well as additional walking room. This fellow--I shall dub him Les Clue--sat next to us but felt the need to run around in front of us constantly, climb up on the railings, gesticulate at us stupidly when we asked him to move out of the way, and consistently ignored warnings from the event staff.
I came to this concert to see Iron Maiden, not Les Clue. Les Clue has no talent. Maiden does. Les Clue cannot dance, or play the air guitar very well. Les Clue needed to put his goddamn shirt back on.
This nuisance was hyper all evening. So it was after an hour of this crap that I wanted harm to come his way. I wanted veins in my teeth. I wanted to lodge my steel-toed doc marten up his mal-coordinated ass. Grrrrr!
While I am at it, I want to give a shout-out to the all-too-patient staff that should have dragged that guy's ass out of the concert after the third warning. Their ineffective management of the situation did nothing to deter this twit from his flailing hinderences.
I'm kind of wound up, and I'm watching The Two Towers. Soon I shall pass out.
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Date: 2003-08-31 11:11 am (UTC)Yeah some people are jerks at concerts getting carried away and whatnot.
I have this story my ex told me about being at an Ozzy concert and being taken out by a few security guards.
And I still married him.
DUH.
:)