Born Of Frustration

God, I love that song. No luck with the profile, I tried, and for some reason it decided not to save when I clicked the damn save button. =( But anyhoo, I'll try again when I regain patience. Most of it I could do-over, but I just finished my huge music list, it took me 10 minutes to type. What now? Zilch. AHH!
So, my second post should be about something interesting, right? Quite a discretion I'm in now. NO PRESSURE! Um, the post is a little late, as the concert happened over a month ago, but it's my blog.

Review:

Band: Placebo
Venue: The Roseland Theater

This was most definitely the best concert I've ever been to. The infamous Roseland Theater, once called the Starry Night, has a bad reputation starting off with the dead bodies found in the basement. People complain of it being too loud. Not a great place to see anybody but a really great band. You'll devote your hearing to them for the next week! More complains about the cigarette smoke. Okay, the upstairs is a place where you can drink and smoke. Deal with it.
Being my age, I obviously didn't go to the 21+ bar section. Instead, I got straight up to the separator thingie! That's about as close to the stage as you get without standing with the body guards. I stood at the perfect part of the stage too. Most of the concert was facing my direction, the lead singer was a few feet in front of me the whole time, and they payed more attention to this part of the stage.
The opening band was AWFUL. Really horrible! Evaline. The lead singer was freaky, my mother renamed the band Sanjaya Sex Monkey. It was screachy, not together, and not coordinated to be bad metal. The lead singer promptly walked off the stage and puked after the set. ???
Small break. I went to the bathroom to put on my new concert t shirt. What's so interesting about this? Well, I disconnected my knee in the stall getting my shirt on! I had to crawl out to the sinks and have some fans pop it back in for me. The most ironic part of all, is the shirt had a quote from their first single off their new album: "Someone call the ambulance, there's gonna be an accident."
The show started. I sang every word, I had no voice. Do I really need to review the obviously best part of the concert? No, I don't. If you've ever seen your favorite band in concert for the first time, just think of that.
We went out to get dinner late at night at a pancake house, but the 24 hour open sign mislead us. It wasn't open. We cooked some ourselves, went to bed, and I wrote fanmail.

Good enough second post? =P