Concert Review

In My Humble Opinion
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This is half MPSIMS, half IMHO, so I’ll put it here.

Went to the 3 Doors Down/Fuel/Oleander concert on Friday night at the Delta Plex in Grand Rapids.

Concert was general admission which was kind of sucky, kind of not.

What a variety of people. Freaks, preps, kids, old(er) folks, punks, teeny-boppers, sleazes, stoners. Good crowd variety (for us people watchers! :slight_smile: )

Got to the venue, got frisked and in and Oleander was already playing. I’m not real familiar with their work (other than listening to the CD from a friend at work). They were fine. I don’t appreciate gratuitous bad language so they didn’t get points with me there, but they were appreciative of their audience and put on a good show.

During the set change for Fuel, hubby and I found some seats in the back of the area (set up like a basketball arena except no seats on the ends where the hoops would be.) Fuel came on. Rip-roaring party band. Enjoyed them, good music. Had listed to their CD a couple times (again, from friend at work). Lead singer had that “I’m a cool rock star. Don’t ya wish you were like me” attitude that I’m not fond of. Also did a lot of the gratuitous swearing and drug/drinking references. Uh, check out your audience, dude. Lots of parents and underage kids around. Great rockin’ set though. High energy. Enjoyed them thoroughly, despite my little nit-picks.

Set change for 3 Doors Down. Hubby is not a big crowd person (I cannot emphasize that enough!) so I left him sitting in the stands (he was fine with it) while I staked out a place down front on the floor while everyone else went to the bathroom or to buy more beer. Talk about a salmon swimming upstream! Anyway, got a spot about 10 feet off the main speaker tower stage right and tried to hold it (which I mostly did the rest of the night). 3 Doors Down came on and did a great job, but talk about a change of vibe from Fuel. Man, it was like night and day. They were very intense, introspective, but still put on a great show, did some new music, and kept the bad language out, which I appreciated. Crowd was into the whole gig, surfers abounded (ya know, the crap always floats to the top) so I was kicked in the head more than once. With as many times as I smelled pot smoke, I’m surprised that I only smelled like cigarette smoke when we got home. Lots of sweaty frat boys around and drunk wimmins held up by their boyfriends.

We left about 15 minutes before the show ended (I was pooped from jumping up and down for a solid hour or so, plus…I hate traffic and we had an hour drive home.

Concert rating: 6 out of 10. Great music, acoustics were actually okay, bands were good, but the general admission thing kind of threw it off.

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Ack!! bolding, bolding!!

Sorry!

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first of all, get down on your hands and knees and thank God that your hubby even likes to go to concerts. I ALWAYS have to go by myself or with my girlfriends because mr. jarbaby won’t even venture into the pit of humanity that is A CONCERT.

Secondly, I think with popular/modern rock music its going to be VERY rare to find a concert that ISN’T general admission these days. Mainly because of mosh pits and the like. There’s no way they can assign seats and expect people to adhere to that.

I worked at a couple of Rockstock concerts here in Chicago and they DID have reserved seating but it all just fell apart when the closing acts hit the stage and everyone rushed the front.

Glad you had a fun time!

jarbaby

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Oh, I do, sister, I do! If women knew how great my husband is, I’d have to fight them off with a bat. Here’s some examples:

We’re out shopping: “Gee honey, why don’t you buy yourself something”

We’re redecorating: “Paint it whatever color you want”.

We’re at the bookstore: “I don’t care how many books you buy.”

We’re making plans for the weekend: “I don’t care what we do, I just want to do something with you.”

I want to buy a kayak (and its accompanying equipment). I tell him maybe I could do it next year: “Why don’t you just get one this year.”

Plus, I’m going to New Orleans with my girlfriend, staying in the French Quarter and using tax refund money to do it: “Have fun, call me when you get there. I’ll miss you.”

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