No bad concert experiences here. I’ve been to a classical concert once (Moscow Orchestra), and this month I’m off to an Eve6 concert (in 7 days) and Earthday Birthday (harder rock, April 29). Both should stomp ase.
TMBG sure has interesting taste in opening acts…I was once victim to the infamous openers Double Dong. Described by one poster on rec.music.a-cappella as “kind of like an x-rated car wreck,” a performance by these a cappella pseudo-rappers is something you remember forever, no matter how much you spend on therapy trying to forget.
And because studies show that lab mice learn more quickly than I do, I actually saw them again, this time at the 1999 East Coast A Cappella Summit. I need a shower just thinking about what they were trying to pass off as “music” and “entertainment.” The things you can do with a microphone… ::shudder::
Bob Dylan in 1989 at a tiny theatre in Philadelphia whose name escapes me right now.
And I’m a big fan of Bob, too. The problem was that he sang each song by mumbling something quickly into the mic, then blowing on the harmonica for about three minutes. Yes, I know he mumbles. But the end result was that every song sounded exactly the same. I couldn’t recognize a single one! Thankfully, it was over pretty quick… 
When I lived in Arkanasas, I made numerous trips to Memphis to see “My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult” at Club 616. (Nobody worthwhile would set foot in Little Rock.) “My Life” is actually super in concert, but they had a knack for featuring the most amazingly terrible opening bands.
The one I remember best was called “Big Stick”. WOW. It was like, two guys, and one wore a HUGE fur hat with horns reminescent of Fred Flintstone’s Lodge hat. I guess they were supposed to be evil? Really terrible gothy-electronic-performance artsy kind of awfulness. Brings a smile to my face.
Thanks for the welcome, Robot Arm.
*Originally posted by Snooooopy *
Look at me, spreading misinformation and HERE of all places. I think you’re right, they’re not married. Run little Sean, run away!
I can’t stop giggling, at the juxtaposition of evil gothiness and the Loyal Order of Waterbuffaloes. Thanks! 
The other three times I’ve seen Them, the opening acts were fantastic. They were The Presidents of the United States of America, Cub (a cuddlecore trio from Vancouver, TMBG covered their song, “New York City”) and Lincoln (who I’ve never heard from again).
You’ve never really lived until you’ve had the disastrous misfortune to see Guns N Roses in concert. Mind you, I was a huge fan of theirs, for years, but it was the single worst concert in the history of mankind. Ever.
They had 3 bands opening for them. It was like an all day deal at this place in Birmingham that at one time was a race course, The Turf Club. It had been raining for about 3 days prior to the concert extravaganza. So, the infield was an enormous, sodden mud-pit. Words fail to describe that sight.
Well, anyway, we missed the first 3 bands, not really knowing who the hell they were, and not caring either, but also because it took us 2-1/2 hours to get to a place that should have only been a 20 minute scoot across town. Traffic was like I imagine it would have been if everyone had driven to Woodstock. It was backed up to Mississippi, or so it felt. There had to have been 15 or 20 wrecks along the way. Many of these were on their way to the concert, as you could see the signs on the windows or the shoe polished G&R on the back windshields. No matter…we got stoned and laughed and generally had a marvelous time.
Guns N Roses was supposed to have started at 9. They didn’t even stumble on stage until about 11. In the meantime, there are 80 gazillion people falling in mud, losing shoes and taking clothes off that were ripped to pieces (the next day in the paper it reported that over 300 shoes were found in the infield), and standing in lines that stretched all the way to the damn stage, because some jackass didn’t realize they’d need MORE than 12 Port-o-Potties for 80 gazillion people. Men and women alike actually got in fist fights for breaking in lines for the toilets. Some woman behind my sister offered her $20 to let her get in front of her. Hah!!! We’d been standing there about 30 minutes.
Forget getting anything to eat or drink. IIRC, they had like maybe 2 places for that, and lines that nearly equalled the toilet ones. My sister got my BOL to carry her most of the night, because she had on new jeans, new shoes, and didn’t want to lose/ruin/destroy either. Actually, where we were was a haven compared to the place down in front of the stage: those morons were literally standing in mud up to their HIPS.
The ambulance companies and emergency techs made a friggin’ killing that night. I have never seen so many ambulances come in and out of place within a couple of hours time, either before or since. It looked like an EMT convention.
Finally, G&R decides to grace us with their presence. And those sad bastards should have just stayed backstage. Forever.
Axl Rose was so damn drunk/high/asinine/take-yer-pick he couldn’t stand up. Plus he was wearing a kilt and he looked absolutely ridiculous in it. I remember thinking, where’d he get the Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit? He began screeching out “Welcome to the Jungle” and before he got to the 2nd verse, his voice completely gave out. I mean it was GONE. He rasped his way to the end, then disappeared off stage for about 3-5 minutes, came back, and tried, in a very lame, pathetic way to begin singing something else, but by this time, it was hopeless. He sounded like he’d been eating gravel infested with cat-feces and strychnine.
I was actually embarrassed for him.
We left. Right that minute. I have never seen people leaving “in droves” before, but they were that night. It was just as hard getting out of the place as it was to get in. I mean people were literally RUNNING out of this concert.
So now, to this very day, whenever anybody mentions Guns N Roses, my sister and I both start going: OH MY GOD!!! THAT WAS THE WORST CONCERT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!
We also have a tendency to yell “YOU SUCK” at the radio if any of their songs play. It’s a tradition now.