Alter Bridge Concert Review
Friday, April 15, 2005
Ok. I have the ability to "talk about this now". Lets just say that House of Blues in Anaheim is THE WORST venue I've ever been to. EVER... minus one small club named "The Garage".
I had caught the end of one of the opening bands: Future Leaders of the World. This band is probably the second worst band I've ever seen. The pure crappy mix didn't help their poorly written songs very much either. But even if the mix was pristine... it wouldn't distract from the fact that their songs just sucked. I can't believe that some people consider this music... Well, I can handle horrid songs... I frequented the "hardcore punk scene" several times. But their stage presence was so dull. They really need to video tape themselves and see themselves. At least the guitarist was playing a Les Paul Custom.
The next runner up was: Submersed. Now this band was really solid. With good vocals minus his constant badgering of the crowd to "keep your hands up!" and great guitar playing. Not really my type of music, but skillfully entertaining. This band used PRS guitars exclusively. I listened to their hit song on the drive back home... (they handed out free CDs of the bands on tour)... lets just say their live performance was way better than the CD recording. The crowd really loved Submersed. And they kept me around long enough to actually see the headlining act:
Alter Bridge. First thing that struck me was how small the kick drum was. I believe Scott uses a 20" kick drum. Cool drum kit though. Second thing I noticed was that the guitar tech set up 3 wah pedals on random places on the stage.
By this time... the people started coming in to watch. Even in the VIP area where I was at, was getting kinda crowded. Also, by now, people had more than a couple drinks which added to the "idiotic syndrome"... but the worst thing was this one lady... Short, Overweight, Bad Alcholic skin, and Aged at about 45. And to top it off, she was wearing a Leopard print jacket to compliment her flirtiness. But what made this woman infamous among all the other hords of overweight middle aged women, was her smell. She reaked of wet rags and BO like no other. And it wasn't helping that the club was getting hot either.
I moved all the way to the edge of the balcony... toward the stage.... so basically, I was right above the bass player with just two really large women in front of me. I just wanted to watch the show... but the view I had now really sucked. Well, at least no one was rubbing up on me. That would change soon.
Another really fat girl came right next to me to peer over the balcony. Soon she wasn't even watching the show, she was chatting with her boyfriend occasionally bumping me. Ugh.
There were too many OLD OVERWEIGHT WOMEN at this show. I even saw someone who coulda been 60 easy. I know what you're expecting... "weren't there a bunch of really skanky hot girls begging to be groupies there?"... yeah, that's what I thought too... but man... 90% of the people there were Fat Smelly Alcoholics.
Well, I watched the whole show but left during the encore. Mark Tremonti is an incredible guitarist. I wasn't expecting much, but he's dang good. The drummer was not as good as I thought though. The singer's voice was almost spot on with the CD and his guitar playing was great too. I didn't know he could play that well. On my way out, I quickly went to the bar and ordered a cup of Coke. $2.25... Jeez, no love for VIP. I hate HOB Anaheim. So I was getting ready to leave and the security guard halts me and notifies me that I can't leave the club with drink in hand. It was JUST A COKE! But they wouldn't know that and I doubt they would take a sip to find out. So I drank it as quickly as I could, got my parking validation, and drove home as fast I could.
Very few times have I longed to take a shower so badly.
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