Rock Concert @ MindSay 
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Every year, I've gone to this with a different person. Every year, oddly, the seats have gotten better.
I WAS TWENTY FEET AWAY FROM ANNA PHOEBE!!
Ahem. I rather happen to admire a certain London violinist.
Last concert of this year's tour. Of course, it is in a city about five hours away from mine. Rogue lives about ten minutes away, and elected to drive, which was both kind and wise of him - my car, Rachel, is a little bit of a personality lately.
He claimed that he needed to drive the whole way, because next week he's driving some friends to Madison, and needs to know that he can do it. Privately, I'm thinking, "So, why don't I just take the road after Madison?" but whatever. Really, he just wants to be able to listen to his music the whole way in.
Let it be noted that, despite the fact that we are going to a concert for a sort of music that we both very much enjoy, on average, our music tastes do not match. It's not that I can't stand his music - rather that neither of us have any cds that match the other's. I amend that - for some reason, we're both into Meat Loaf. More rock operas, of course - which happens to be the genre of what we're attending.
I really can't say much about the concert, simply because it was too cool to properly describe. Definitely wished that Knuter and I could have gone together (on a separate date - Rogue made it quite clear that this was our thing, and he didn't want to share it - which I can understand), and was rather aware that I may not be able to see them again for quite some time.
Talked with Rogue quite a bit on the way there. We wandered around the city later - I hadn't eaten for awhile, and we've found that when I don't for more than six hours of waking-time, I get a little weird. He nearly threw me into a snowbank for my plaintiveness when I found that Burger King was closed, and I'd just wanted a strawberry milkshake. Which, of course, since it's Rogue, I wouldn't shut up about.
There's something in him that brings something out in me. Most of the time, I'm rather sedate or goofy, ironic or happy, mature or innocent. Around him, the attitude reigns full, the mischief is at the surface, and while I'm still rather philosophical, I'm usually conversing from, literally, off the beaten path. I don't think it'd be as common if he didn't enjoy bossing me around so much, or if I didn't derive so much pleasure from ignoring orders. :P
I now think of the place as, "Wisconsin - Land of the Fog." Generally, I'm fine with late-night driving. But when all you've got to see is fog and highway lines, it doesn't work so well. I can usually be noting signs along the way, trees, quirky landmarks, whatever. Nope. If you've heard of Desert Bus, this'd be the Midwestern variation. Hours and hours of milky soup and highway lines. I should have lasted the whole way home (we left a little after midnight), but after two and a half hours, I had to let Rogue take over.
He gives me grief, claiming that I gave him the longer part of the trip. Now, by the GPS (Claire), we had two hours left when I abdicated the driver's seat. I am not to blame for him driving intelligently in the fog, and thus making that turn into 2:40. I got into bed at six, he got into bed at 6:30.
I'm hoping it's something from the Army that gives him the ability to be as perky as he was when he came by today to hang out. I woke up in time to run into town for a meeting at 1400, then came back home, slept until I had another meeting at 1900. For that, I got as far as our town traffic lights before deciding that what'd moved in over our area was worse than Wisconsin's, and I had no business driving.
But. Amazing concert. And it's kind of satisfying to catch the last one of the season.
Until next year! Or, until I'm back home and able to do this again. :D
Ok everyone I am awake and have no hangover anymore. The concert ROCKED in the true sense of the word. I had a blast. The only thing that pissed me off was when we went through security they checked all cameras and even phones and told us that the cameras and camera phones had to either go in the car or be taken. Sorry greeneggsandham but I even tried to sneak it back in but alas not any better. They didn't want any pics taken. However I got the coolest leather jacket!!!!!!!!!!!! I will post a pic of that later but my mother-in-law bought it for me. I was shocked especially when I saw how expensive it was. She is so nice to me. Which is totally unlike my mother's evil mother-in-law so I am definitely glad that mine is much nicer.
She bought us some smirnoff before the concert to drink before we got there which Angel and I did very quickly. Then as soon as we got there winerites glour. They were every where. In case some of you don't know what those are they are just like a margerita but with wine instead I had 2 and was very buzzed by the time the concert started.
We got there at 6 and were lucky enough to get on the radio. Just for a few seconds but we still got on there. OH YEAH. it was on 93.3 the bone. Meril Hagger was sick so some no name band opened up didn't do much listening to them.
Then came the STONES and let me tell you that they really did rock hard. I loved the concert. They sang all the good songs and when they walked off stage the crowd booed and yelled so they came back on and played for another 45 minutes before they finally went off stage so that really rocked.
Then this morning came and I had to be at work ready to go out on the truck at 6 am. this morning. As anyone here that has ever had a bad hangover knows that is too early to be ready to work but I lived came home at 3 and passed out for a few hours before getting on here. That is a very short version of what happened but man was it awesome.
And remember as the wise stones said "You can't always get what you want" Oh yeah I heard that song 3 times before the night was over it. Well talk to everyone after a while.
"HOLLA HOLLA"
i'm goin' to a rock concert 2-morrow...when i go to stuff like this, it really motivates me to keep pushing harder with what i'm doing myself....today was definately a better day for me...don't know why....but i'm dreading tonight....oh well, what the hell, i'll live right now and not worry....
man, i need money....since i nought my new guitar i've been almost broke...i can barley make it...i'm wrting a speach for some stupid contest so i can win some shamoola. well...i'll make it....just gotta keep at it...
Don't read this mom, Dad read at your own risk (you may find out things you don't want to know)
I was living in Tucson and it was time to move on. My two friends and I were going to San Diego. Unfortunately none had a car or even enough spare money for a bus ticket. Time for my first experience hitchhiking. Both of my friends, brothers Derek and Ron, had experience already. Heading out of town we managed to get a ride to the interstate that would take us to California. This put us in the middle of nowhere and night was falling. A night in a tent later and we were up at dawn. Where the two intersecting highways meet there is a truckstop and, of course, a McDonalds (they're everywhere, even the middle of nowhere) A bacon egg and cheese biquit on the go and hit the road. Walking with our thumbs out, a car stops...a police car. Now Ron has a little problem with that because he has a warrant out on him. I have a bigger problem with that as I have a quarter ounce of weed on me (It was during my wilder days, Drugs are bad, don't do them) We get lucky that he doesn't search us and luckier still that he lets us go before the computer in his car tells him about Ron. He probably figures we aren't going anywhere. As we walk down the road deep in conversation we don't even have our thumbs out anymore. Ron is worried and freaking out a bit. Heading under the overpass of the other highway and out of sight of the cop a van pulls up, "Hey, you guys need ride?" Needless to say we quickly pile in. They say they're headed as far as Quartzsite, AZ which is on the border between California and Arizona. They also have beer which along with my weed makes the trip go by quickly. Arriving in Quartzsite we head down the main street, which is pretty much the only street, the one that is a highway frontage road. Thinking about our low funds and our hunger we're headed to McDonalds (I told you they're everywhere) A couple headed the other way ask us in passing, "You guys got any weed?" (I looked like the type who would have some back then) "Yea." "We'll feed you if you get us high." No need to waste money at McDonalds anymore. We head to the campground where their van is parked. It's a much nicer one then the panel van we got this far in. A conversion van with captains chairs and a bed. After dinner we tell them where were headed. They say if we wait a day they'll take us all the way to San Diego. We wait. Now,Quarzsite is a tourist trap which has occasional shows, RV shows, Rock and Mineral shows, and maybe others too. I know they have those two because they had them when we were there. Our new freinds were waiting for them to leave, the rock show that is. Once the show left (an outdoor show) we all scoured the ground where the stands were and found the little bits a piece of rock they left behind. We found quartz crystals and all kinds of other rocks. Then we were on our way to San Diego. When we get there we hear about another rock show, a Grateful Dead concert. It's a three day concert up in Inglewood. We all head up there and arrive late the first night. The concerts over for tonight but the parking lot is full of people. Only the driver and I are awake. We head out into the crowd. A little while later my freind appears and tells me to follow him. I'm busy hitting off of somebody else's joint and gesture to it as in, "I'm smoking this right now." He tells me to follow him anyway. I reluctantly give up the joint to the owner and follow thinking this better be good because that weed was. We climb into the van and he starts taking out drug after drug. I know he didn't have much money so I'm wondering how the hell he got them. He tells me he traded rocks for them, as in rocks like the ones I have in my bag. Over the next two days Ron, Dexter and I turned into quite the entreprenuers. Anybody who hasn't been to a Grateful Dead concert needs to realize it has festival spring up out side it in the parking lot. Hippies, drug dealers and such come out of the woodwork. People walk around with a bud as big as their head saying, "Got your bud. Bud for sell." or "Got liquid acid." Hippies set up little stands where they cook up stir-fry. And some people lay out a blanket and put out rocks for sale. Sitting out in that hot sun gave me an idea. There was no one selling anything to drink and a 7-11 across the parking lot. Soon we were selling pop at a buck a can. Quite a profit from a twelve pack. We started investing in some illeagal substances and made even more profit. By the end of the concert we had over a hundred dollars, not bad considering we were basically broke with a hand full of rocks when we started. We never did see the concert. Welcome to California.
A BBC spokesman said: "Many of the biggest rock stars in the world have agreed to take part, and the Spice Girls just don't fit.
"It's
a political rally to put pressure on world leaders and their kind of
pop act didn't seem right for this kind of event. There was also a
practical problem that with so many great international rock stars and bands wanting to do their bit, there just won't be time for the Spice
Girls."
So -- Mr. "Uno, Dos, Tres, Catorce" himself will be playing. So will the "Champagne Supernova in the Sky" brothers. And Robbie "I have a video where I not only strip, but pull all the skin off my body" Williams. But not a reunion of the Spice Girls.
Should be interesting to see what Sir Bob Geldof says when he announces the official line-up...
Story at http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/tm_objectid=15574320&method=full&siteid=94762&headline=not-gonnabe-name_page.html
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