In recent news, I just set off a string of Black Cats in my backyard. They were a lot louder than I thought they'd be...
On a slightly different note, yesterday I went to see Drowning Pool in concert. My little sister and I donned our jeans and set out early so as to get to the front of the joint. We entered the facility to hear one of the opening bands, Fifty Pound Head. A heavy-metal type band, they were far more decent than I expected.
The second band was what has become one of my new favorite bands, Papercut Massacre. They're from Jackson/Memphis and very talented, with a Green Day/Chevelle-esc sound (for more on them, go
here). I loved their show (and the cute lead singer did not hurt) and I am looking forward to when they come back into town. As is becoming my habit, I bought their shirt as opposed to Drowning Pool's, and I fully intend on buying (GASP) their album.
The third and final opening band was a great rock band called Vayden. The lead singer started the show barefoot, and the drummer started off shirtless. They put on a great show, and did a fantastic cover of
Come Together. The lead singer also tossed me a water bottle. It tasted of rock and roll.
And then came Drowning Pool. They started their show with
Soldiers, and led directly into
Sinner. The new singer is energetic and fun, and was not afraid to just take a time out to light up and drink a beer. The entire band was rocking hard, and we head-banged and jumped and screamed and just generally rocked the fuck out. A guy we met at the show, Zack, rotated with us to hold onto the rail directly in front of the stage. We took turns making ourselves sick with headbanging. The show was rocking, and my respect for the 'new guy' went up immeasurably when they played a fantastic cover of Billy Idol's
Rebel Yell. God, it was hot.
And seriously, you guys. When they played
Bodies, the entire place went
insane. I was hanging onto the railing in front of me to keep from falling over and passing out, it was so intense.
By the time the lights came up, we'd bumped fists with every member of the band, I'd caught a drumstick, we were all dripping with sweat, smelling like nine kinds of cigarettes and at least three brands of beer, and were as deaf as posts. My sister and I stumbled next door to the McDonalds to get something to drink, and then we kind of wandered home in a haze.
Hard-core show.
My neck is absolutely killing me. Worth it.
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