"Dude, can I borrow your ticket stub?
Local Burnout Concertgoer
The concert was great. As I said previously, I'm not a huge Rush fan, but they put on a hell of a show. When you've played together for 30 years, I guess you have it down pretty good.
This was @'s first show. They played for three and a half hours, over 30 songs, with a 20 minute intermission. He didn't know many of the songs but never looked bored. That's the great thing about a big rock show, if there is a lull in the action, you can always people-watch, especially an older established band, with older fans. My buddy and me had a bet, whoever guessed the opening song got free beer that night. My guess (Spirit of Radio) was the winner. I took full advantage of my victory. Good thing, too, as beer was ridiculously priced at EIGHT FIFTY a beer. The best part of the show was, as with any Rush show, the drum solo. Universally regarded as the best rock drummer of all time Neal Peart did not disappoint. I kept watching @ out of the corner of my eye. He was watching wide eyed and slack jawed, not believing what he was seeing. As was the rest of the crowd.
Random observations from the show:
If your over 40, please leave the spandex at home, think about the children for chrissakes.
Why, at every concert, is there the burnout rambling from seat to seat? He has no ticket, and just lights at the nearest empty seat, pumps his fists in the air like he has been paying attention until security makes him leave. Rinse and repeat. Does he not realize his MISSING the show??
At risk of sounding like an old fart, how can ANYONE afford to go to a show anymore? The face value on our seats was $79.95 with a $15.00 Ticketmaster rapeage. T-Shirts, good ol fruit of the loom T-Shirts, were $30! And I've told you about the beer. It takes the Gross National Product of Lower Slabovia for three people to go to a concert.
To the Dallas Morning News Overnight Columnist who reviewed the show and said "It transcends mere concert; it is a ritual to be shared with like-minded comrades, in this case, approximately 11,000 other white guys, average age 38. You haven't seen rock devotion until you've scanned an arena filled with beefy dudes in polo shirts, their elbows darting in the air like symphony conductors, each executing his own personal session of frenzied air drumming: I say,
Fuck you, I'm 37...
Local Burnout Concertgoer
The concert was great. As I said previously, I'm not a huge Rush fan, but they put on a hell of a show. When you've played together for 30 years, I guess you have it down pretty good.
This was @'s first show. They played for three and a half hours, over 30 songs, with a 20 minute intermission. He didn't know many of the songs but never looked bored. That's the great thing about a big rock show, if there is a lull in the action, you can always people-watch, especially an older established band, with older fans. My buddy and me had a bet, whoever guessed the opening song got free beer that night. My guess (Spirit of Radio) was the winner. I took full advantage of my victory. Good thing, too, as beer was ridiculously priced at EIGHT FIFTY a beer. The best part of the show was, as with any Rush show, the drum solo. Universally regarded as the best rock drummer of all time Neal Peart did not disappoint. I kept watching @ out of the corner of my eye. He was watching wide eyed and slack jawed, not believing what he was seeing. As was the rest of the crowd.
Random observations from the show:
If your over 40, please leave the spandex at home, think about the children for chrissakes.
Why, at every concert, is there the burnout rambling from seat to seat? He has no ticket, and just lights at the nearest empty seat, pumps his fists in the air like he has been paying attention until security makes him leave. Rinse and repeat. Does he not realize his MISSING the show??
At risk of sounding like an old fart, how can ANYONE afford to go to a show anymore? The face value on our seats was $79.95 with a $15.00 Ticketmaster rapeage. T-Shirts, good ol fruit of the loom T-Shirts, were $30! And I've told you about the beer. It takes the Gross National Product of Lower Slabovia for three people to go to a concert.
To the Dallas Morning News Overnight Columnist who reviewed the show and said "It transcends mere concert; it is a ritual to be shared with like-minded comrades, in this case, approximately 11,000 other white guys, average age 38. You haven't seen rock devotion until you've scanned an arena filled with beefy dudes in polo shirts, their elbows darting in the air like symphony conductors, each executing his own personal session of frenzied air drumming: I say,
Fuck you, I'm 37...
Comments
LOL
Glad you had fun. I love Rush! (not LImbaugh)