I love my wife, I really do...
As "payment" for my trip to Punk Rock Bowling, I got to take my wife to see a Brad Paisley concert. Now, as a music lover, I can appreciate him. He is a fantastic guitar player with a magnetic personality who appreciates and recognizes his roots. However...
Venue is 15 minutes away...we sat in traffic for 90 minutes waiting to get in. In 105 degree weather. Surrounded by idiots in jacked up trucks with no shortage of anti Obama and dont tread on me stickers.
Then we sat in the parking lot for 2 hours waiting for the gates to open. This was the best part, as we were drinking with a (relatively cool) redneck friend of mine who was bbq'ing and whos sarcastic girlfriend is pals with the Frau. We sat and people watched with her while drinking beers and weak ass jungle juice until the gates mercifully opened.
When gates opened we got to sit on the lawn...in the sun. Surrounded by idiots, many of whom were under-age, all of whom were wasted. Things were looking up when two cute girls in sundresses showed up and sweetly asked if they could sit next to us. Took a downturn when a bunch of wasted 20 something guys showed up to hang around them. Up turn when the one guy lit up a joint...so they mellowed for a bit.
And then the lights went out. The opener was a black girl with the now standard Nashville lingerie model looks and auto tuned voice. At least she kept the rednecks down from screaming about rebel pride (In NorCal...really? Your greatgreatgreat Grampa fought for the Confederacy? Newsflash, they lost. Grandpappy was a loser.) and had a sweet, not offensive stage presence. Fairly under appreciated by the crowd I think she was.
The second guy was some midget who was overly twangy and tried too hard to be small town and 'murikan™. Talked about how his grandfathers had both served in the military (Dont care dude...what have YOU done for your country other than infect us with your horrible music?) and ow he appreciates Vets so much. (Appreciation is nice, but it dont feed the bulldog...how did the guys you voted for appreciate us?) I noticed the shirts his swag stand was selling were all about guns and Gawd™ and how you can pry them from his cold dead hands. At least then we wont have to listen your caterwauling...his "singing" sounded like two cats screwing in a flaming burlap sack being beaten with a tire iron. Dont get me started on his subject matter.
When Paisley came out he ripped off the mandatory Telecaster solos, but these felt forced and mailed in. The whole show was forced and mailed in. He was off, way off. The huge screen behind him, rather than showing him and the band, a benefit for those of us in the cheap seats, played videos and other distractions (A videotaped duet with Carrie Underpants? At least when the Who did this the guys they dueted with were dead...) .
It was fun watching my wife enjoy herself...she works hard and takes great care of me, the grommets and our affiars. And after the week we had, she deserved it.
But I dislike fakery, crowds, drunks and rednecks. Crowds of drunk fake rednecks? You get the drift. Ad to that list sitting in traffic. Combine all of those and you get a bitchfest on the RM a couple days later...
As "payment" for my trip to Punk Rock Bowling, I got to take my wife to see a Brad Paisley concert. Now, as a music lover, I can appreciate him. He is a fantastic guitar player with a magnetic personality who appreciates and recognizes his roots. However...
Venue is 15 minutes away...we sat in traffic for 90 minutes waiting to get in. In 105 degree weather. Surrounded by idiots in jacked up trucks with no shortage of anti Obama and dont tread on me stickers.
Then we sat in the parking lot for 2 hours waiting for the gates to open. This was the best part, as we were drinking with a (relatively cool) redneck friend of mine who was bbq'ing and whos sarcastic girlfriend is pals with the Frau. We sat and people watched with her while drinking beers and weak ass jungle juice until the gates mercifully opened.
When gates opened we got to sit on the lawn...in the sun. Surrounded by idiots, many of whom were under-age, all of whom were wasted. Things were looking up when two cute girls in sundresses showed up and sweetly asked if they could sit next to us. Took a downturn when a bunch of wasted 20 something guys showed up to hang around them. Up turn when the one guy lit up a joint...so they mellowed for a bit.
And then the lights went out. The opener was a black girl with the now standard Nashville lingerie model looks and auto tuned voice. At least she kept the rednecks down from screaming about rebel pride (In NorCal...really? Your greatgreatgreat Grampa fought for the Confederacy? Newsflash, they lost. Grandpappy was a loser.) and had a sweet, not offensive stage presence. Fairly under appreciated by the crowd I think she was.
The second guy was some midget who was overly twangy and tried too hard to be small town and 'murikan™. Talked about how his grandfathers had both served in the military (Dont care dude...what have YOU done for your country other than infect us with your horrible music?) and ow he appreciates Vets so much. (Appreciation is nice, but it dont feed the bulldog...how did the guys you voted for appreciate us?) I noticed the shirts his swag stand was selling were all about guns and Gawd™ and how you can pry them from his cold dead hands. At least then we wont have to listen your caterwauling...his "singing" sounded like two cats screwing in a flaming burlap sack being beaten with a tire iron. Dont get me started on his subject matter.
When Paisley came out he ripped off the mandatory Telecaster solos, but these felt forced and mailed in. The whole show was forced and mailed in. He was off, way off. The huge screen behind him, rather than showing him and the band, a benefit for those of us in the cheap seats, played videos and other distractions (A videotaped duet with Carrie Underpants? At least when the Who did this the guys they dueted with were dead...) .
It was fun watching my wife enjoy herself...she works hard and takes great care of me, the grommets and our affiars. And after the week we had, she deserved it.
But I dislike fakery, crowds, drunks and rednecks. Crowds of drunk fake rednecks? You get the drift. Ad to that list sitting in traffic. Combine all of those and you get a bitchfest on the RM a couple days later...
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