MCR & Muse Concert

I had intended to write about this the following day but so many things have been just pissing me off and happening that I just hadn't been in the mood to write anything. I've abandoned all forms of personal written communication because of the blahness. Then I started having those wonky dreams that don't settle well in the soul. Time to release.

The concert itself was good. My Chemical Romance and Muse put on a good show. The performances were excellent. There are those people in our music world that should be thanking the gods for editing. If it weren't for those pesky machines in the recording studio, these artists would only have jobs as banshees in the hills of Ireland. But MCR and Muse? Excellent.

Muse was a little low-key compared to their headliners. I think that's probably their style though. I haven't really seen a video with them being extremely active. Even the goofy "Knights of Cydonia," (which I love)has them standing in place. Gerard of MCR was what one expected. A showman. Pyrotechnics. Ground shaking speakers. Good show.

Before the show....Em and I went to Wal-mart to pick up extra batteries for the camera and Sharpies in case we met the bands. Plenty of time to get to the civic center for the line for floor tickets. Went in. Went out. Car wouldn't start. It wasn't the battery (was the starter and the clutch). We were later than we wanted. Em hated me for that. She hated everyone for that. Moody girl. But with a little help from a friend, we cut in line.

Had to check the camera at the door. Was pissed. I had called before going out to the center. It was ok to bring in non-professional cameras. I asked at Will Call when I picked up the tickets and before getting in line. It was ok to bring in non-professional cameras. Yet, at the security check I had to check it.

On our left.....ecstasy users. On our right.....potheads. Behind me.....drunks. Idiots that squeezed and pushed their ways in front of Em and me. I nearly elbowed them in the back of their head and kneed their lock knees. But didn't. The joys of the mosh pit.

Didn't get to meet the band. Wasn't promised anyways. Em wasn't happy with me, but she's THAT teenager that blames the decline in the DOW on her parents. Everything is my fault. Still trying to get use to that.

It was good though. The crowd was interactive. The musicians were excellent. For Emma's first concert, I think she was pleased.

Let me add a however. Emmaline is already a curmudgeon. I would like to blame society for her somewhat cynical, sarcastic, sometimes unpleasant behavior but I know it's all me. She mimics me in many ways but not emotionally. Unless it's displeasure, she holds back on the emotion.