So I go up with 4 friends to Kansas City, MO to see Rockfest - headlined by Static-X, Seether, Drowning Pool, Chevelle, Shinedown, and a number of other small bands.
Unfortunately, it rained, and, as it was an open arena, the entire field was mud. We brought ponchos with us because the weatherman said it would rain all day.
How wrong this woman was. I am now sunburned on my forearms, face, inside of my calves (sat Indian-style), and back of my neck and ears. So that made it less fun.
Then Static-X (the biggest reason I went) only played 4 songs. Why? Because they had bus problems, and the people who headed the venue decided that more people wanted to see 3 indie ****ty local bands that couldn't draw a fraction of the crowd that Static-X could.
However, Seether's performance more than compensated for all these things. I was about twenty feet from the stage - muddy, sunburned, and irritated. When I left, my jaw was dropped and I couldn't have been happier. Seether broke in with "Gasoline," ran through the singles off their first album and a few off their second, and then wrapped it up with a cover of the Deftones' "Change (In the House of Flies)," which was so awesome that I was brought to tears, followed by an acoustic-electric of "Broken" (thankfully, sans-Amy Lee).
The story I will carry with me, however, was one of homoeroticism. I'm sitting with my friends. Next to us was a guy who had passed out for about 4 hours. Suddenly, I feel a hand rubbing my calf and shoulder. I look over, and the passed-out guy is awake, and he's all but trying to grope me.
"Excuse me," I say, establishing eye contact. His actions don't cease, so my friend and I gently remove his hands and place them at his side. Half-hour later, he gets up fully and walks off, making no acknowledgement of what happened. I strongly suspect that he had something more potent than beer and marijuana in his system.
All-in-all, it was worth the $90 I spent on the whole weekend.
Unfortunately, it rained, and, as it was an open arena, the entire field was mud. We brought ponchos with us because the weatherman said it would rain all day.
How wrong this woman was. I am now sunburned on my forearms, face, inside of my calves (sat Indian-style), and back of my neck and ears. So that made it less fun.
Then Static-X (the biggest reason I went) only played 4 songs. Why? Because they had bus problems, and the people who headed the venue decided that more people wanted to see 3 indie ****ty local bands that couldn't draw a fraction of the crowd that Static-X could.
However, Seether's performance more than compensated for all these things. I was about twenty feet from the stage - muddy, sunburned, and irritated. When I left, my jaw was dropped and I couldn't have been happier. Seether broke in with "Gasoline," ran through the singles off their first album and a few off their second, and then wrapped it up with a cover of the Deftones' "Change (In the House of Flies)," which was so awesome that I was brought to tears, followed by an acoustic-electric of "Broken" (thankfully, sans-Amy Lee).
The story I will carry with me, however, was one of homoeroticism. I'm sitting with my friends. Next to us was a guy who had passed out for about 4 hours. Suddenly, I feel a hand rubbing my calf and shoulder. I look over, and the passed-out guy is awake, and he's all but trying to grope me.
"Excuse me," I say, establishing eye contact. His actions don't cease, so my friend and I gently remove his hands and place them at his side. Half-hour later, he gets up fully and walks off, making no acknowledgement of what happened. I strongly suspect that he had something more potent than beer and marijuana in his system.
All-in-all, it was worth the $90 I spent on the whole weekend.
the idiot is the person who follows the idiot and your not following me your insulting me your following the path of a idiot so that makes you the idiot - LC Tusken
