Last night I attended my second free concert this year in downtown Raleigh. This time the main act was another group from the 90s called the Spin Doctors. I really wasn’t too into this concert, but Hope wanted to go in order to hear some of the music she grooved to in the good ole days of high school and college. I’m glad I went mainly so that I don’t hear that I never take her anywhere.I was also glad I got to catch the act before the Spin Doctors. It was a group called Blue October. Other than lyrics that vaguely made me think of somebody’s inner child having been pistol-whipped repeatedly, I actually liked this group. They had violins and keyboards and pretty lights, which is what I’m into musically now-a-days when I’m not into dressing in black, breaking stuff and dropping the F-bomb.
As different as our musical tastes are, we were actually in agreement on this show. We didn’t feel that it was all that exciting for a concert. Hope said the Spin Doctors didn’t bring their A-game. It could have been that they realized they were playing the same songs they were playing ten to fifteen years ago. It also could have been that the lead singer was high. Now I have no knowledge of this group’s smoking preferences, but everyone that I knew who were really into this group in college were really, really into smoking weed. Speaking of which, some in attendance pulled out their joints for this event (when not getting obnoxiously drunk and spilling beer on Hope).
While the band and the smoking was bad, by far the worst part was the crowd. It was even more crowded than the last show. Maybe that was due to the different demographics of the typical attendee. This was a different crowd than the previous show I attended downtown, everyone being lilly-white. It was roughly rock, no hip-hop artists on the bill to divide the crowd. Of particular instance was when this drunk bitch pushed her way through the crowd saying she’s trying to get next to her friends. Magically, she just stops looking for her friends and parks her ass right in front of us, thus revealing that there weren’t any friends in the first place (or that she was too shit-faced to have a clue). The three other people going through the crowd with her were right on top of us. Feeling a little too cramped, I put my arm around Hope in order to gently slide her a bit closer. To my surprise, I felt somebody’s skin (other than Hope’s) in the area of her butt!!! Some people shouldn’t drink because that could have been the last mistake that son-of-a-bitch ever made.
I was hoping to attend the free Candlebox/Urge Overkill show in a couple of weeks. That’s highly doubtful, though, since I’m not into the crowds and the smoking, even for a pretty decent concert.
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