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ciroccojSo we went to see Ozzy yesterday, mostly as an anniversary present for Chris. He loves Ozzy - has everything Ozzy has ever made, and has gone to see him twice before. Me, I think he's OK. But it meant a lot to Chris to have me there, so off we went.
Great concert. I admit I'm no connoisseur - I've been to as many concerts as I can count on one hand, and... well... Beach Boys reunion at the Civic Centre when I was about 14... George Michaels when I was 18, because a bunch of my friends liked him and got cheap tickets... and Moxy Fruvous three times when I was at Queen's. At local bars. So what do I know about Big Rock Concerts? Not A Lot.
But it was really, really good. Chris told me that Ozzy would probably tell us he "couldn't fucking hear us" and that we should "go fucking nuts", and boy, he did. Lots. Lots and lots and lots.
Anyway. I'm glad I went. And not just because it meant a lot to Chris - as he put it, "Two of my favourite things - Ozzy and you - at the same time!" I'm also glad I went because I really enjoyed it, a lot more than I thought I would. It's hard to believe this guy's been performing for longer than I've been alive, and is still alive to keep doing it.
I think some of the best moments in concerts are when the audience sings part of a song, you know? It's like a communal experience that gets very difficult to explain in words, but the feeling is amazing. And there were quite a few of those. Bark at the Moon was pretty cool for that, as was Goodbye to Romance, but the most intense was Mama I'm Coming Home.
Oh - and the bassist was Jason Newstead from Metallica! How cool was that?
Anyway.
On another note, to all of you out there complaining of Mother Nature's capricious curse these last few days... ::razzberry:: to you all!
Sorry, but unless you're basically confined to your home for days because the pad hasn't been invented that will prevent your from leaving a slaughter-house like trail in your wake as you move about town... unless you're desperately using three extra-heavy days maxis at the same time when you absolutely have to go grocery shopping, because two just didn't do the trick last night at the Ozzy Concert, and you're glad you dressed in Ozzy black and it was dark so nobody noticed... unless your SO has suggested you use surgical pads left over from their motorcycle accident and various surgeries... I win.
::solemn nod::
That is all.
Great concert. I admit I'm no connoisseur - I've been to as many concerts as I can count on one hand, and... well... Beach Boys reunion at the Civic Centre when I was about 14... George Michaels when I was 18, because a bunch of my friends liked him and got cheap tickets... and Moxy Fruvous three times when I was at Queen's. At local bars. So what do I know about Big Rock Concerts? Not A Lot.
But it was really, really good. Chris told me that Ozzy would probably tell us he "couldn't fucking hear us" and that we should "go fucking nuts", and boy, he did. Lots. Lots and lots and lots.
Anyway. I'm glad I went. And not just because it meant a lot to Chris - as he put it, "Two of my favourite things - Ozzy and you - at the same time!" I'm also glad I went because I really enjoyed it, a lot more than I thought I would. It's hard to believe this guy's been performing for longer than I've been alive, and is still alive to keep doing it.
I think some of the best moments in concerts are when the audience sings part of a song, you know? It's like a communal experience that gets very difficult to explain in words, but the feeling is amazing. And there were quite a few of those. Bark at the Moon was pretty cool for that, as was Goodbye to Romance, but the most intense was Mama I'm Coming Home.
Oh - and the bassist was Jason Newstead from Metallica! How cool was that?
Anyway.
On another note, to all of you out there complaining of Mother Nature's capricious curse these last few days... ::razzberry:: to you all!
Sorry, but unless you're basically confined to your home for days because the pad hasn't been invented that will prevent your from leaving a slaughter-house like trail in your wake as you move about town... unless you're desperately using three extra-heavy days maxis at the same time when you absolutely have to go grocery shopping, because two just didn't do the trick last night at the Ozzy Concert, and you're glad you dressed in Ozzy black and it was dark so nobody noticed... unless your SO has suggested you use surgical pads left over from their motorcycle accident and various surgeries... I win.
::solemn nod::
That is all.
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Date: 2003-06-13 12:30 pm (UTC)Good holy God, dude. That SUCKS.
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Date: 2003-06-13 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-13 02:15 pm (UTC)However...I wound up going through four tampons in a grand total of three hours today, so ptttthbth to that.
(And in my chef's whites, too!)
-t
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Date: 2003-06-13 03:04 pm (UTC)It's one of those dubious victories, you know?
Michael More (Bowling For Columbine) had a show called TV Nation, where one time he had people from all over the US enthuse about their home town and what it was "best" at.
"Welcome to beautiful WhereIsThat, Wisconsin: We're Number One for duck-related deaths!"
"Welcome to Nowhere, New Jersey: We're Number One for teenage pregnancy!"
"Welcome to Huh, Hawaii! We're Number One for accountants per capita!"
So... what, should I make a new icon for myself? Cirocco, #1 for Grossest Periods?
::sigh:: ::going off to break open another pack of maxi pads::
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Date: 2003-06-13 04:00 pm (UTC)Por tu.
Lemme know when you grab it so I can take it off my account and put my birdie picture back.
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Date: 2003-06-13 04:02 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-13 04:54 pm (UTC)Oh, that's priceless.
::wiping eyes:: thanks. How does one grab this?
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Date: 2003-06-13 05:53 pm (UTC)