cruefest 2008. my god, just saying that gives me goose bumps. or maybe chills is a more accurate description of the feeling i get. either way, a crew of our own went out to verizon wireless this past weekend to see what the crue had to offer.
as we pulled into the parking lot, a young lady (i am going to try to be as polite as possible) walked past us with knee high boots, a black skirt that appeared to be made out of an ace bandage it was so short, and a black tank top that barely contained her.. ummm… brains. the WOOOO! that she got from passersby might have made it worth all the money the four guys she was walking with may or may not have dropped for her company.
as we filtered into the amphitheater, we all felt over dressed. not clothes that were too nice, but the fact that we still kept ours on. SOOO many different application of the rebel flag. whether it be a silhouette of an eagle tattoo or a bikini top, it was the most popular accessory of the evening. and then there were the skimpy pleather outfits that most women had absolutely NO business wearing whatsoever.
the mullets… oh the mullets. my favorite was the guy who was holding on so tight. he had his business section buzzed ever so evenly as if done with an electric turkey knife. and then the party section was some of the most beautifully permed locks you have ever seen on a man. but the whole thing was truly party since it was bleached blond… ahhhhh….
the people watching left you with a real sense of self. i mean, after hanging in that crowd for the evening, i honestly thought i might have a shot at curing cancer with the ingredients that i might find in my kitchen if just given a day or two to research some oncology. i am really happy with my contribution to society.
but i digress…
they played music there! pretty good music actually. we unfortunately missed sixx AM and trapt, but walked in right during the middle of papa roach’s set. it wasn’t bad. it had all the kids bobbing their heads in rhythm. just MAY have been a tad bit disturbing seeing a father son duo in the crowd singing buckcherry’s crazy bitch to each other. the kid must have on been about eleven…
then there was motley crue…
while they are not the most geriatric band still on the road these days, these guys are no longer spring chickens. hell, people were curious as to how mick mars was going to stand let alone play. and i will admit that i wasn’t the biggest crue fan back in the day. i went to the concert more or less on a whim. but these guys freaking rocked!
from start to finish, it was an awesome show. first headliner in a long time where i wasn’t chomping at the bit to get out the door to beat the traffic. as far as visuals, they went old school and new school. lots of pyrotechnics. and the big screens were flashing crazy shit. the collage of porn mixed with clips of GW bush was insane. almost surreal.
also surreal, the guy that was taking up a stall in the men’s room with his surprisingly attractive girl. on that list of things to do before you die, that guy can check off, oral sex from a hot chick in a bathroom were most people are hitting the urinals and at least forty guys know it is happening. and i can check off going to another kickass rock show…