-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Rik is down from ABE this weekend, for the Queensryche show.
His account of it is here, and I don't have much to add to it.
It was pretty awesome that someone threw him a beer as soon as we got out of the cab. Go Philly.
Like most metal things, the show seemed to go on just way too long in some places (or maybe that's just my knees talking). I had never heard any Queensryche before tonight (except sampling a song that Michelle spammed me, which I didn't like at all). I can't imagine ever listening to them again, but the show was pretty awesome. A definite experience.
At one point the MC/guy from some local radio station asked everyone from New Jersey to yell (about three-fourths of the crowd), then everyone from Pennsylvania. Then "all four of you" from Delaware.
My response to three fourths of a metal show crowd being from Jersey: "Big fuckin' surprise."
During a couple of the songs, the lead broke out a tamberine. I tried to yell at Rik what they really needed was more cowbell, but the two guitars, bass, drums, and everyone singing along made it unpossible. Lots of energy.
I would have enjoyed the show much more if the guy who decided halfway through the Operation: Mindcrime set to stand right in front of me did not have a neck the size of my chest, and if his girlfriend had not kept rubbing her ass against my thigh. Yeesh!
Walking back to Market to get a cab, some dude asked us if we wanted him to watch our car, so "no one breaks into it." Go Philly.
Crossing the Vine St. Expressway, some fat girl in a car yelled something at us. No idea what. Damn yelling girls.
And now it's time to go the fuck to bed.
damn right metal jersey! we'll leave the boy bands to you philly kids.Posted by: shady at February 10, 2005 8:46 AM