I like blogging but much like my last post, there is that whole time thing. Also, as before, I haven't been riding or doing much besides gaining weight. Its the same routine every morning...squeeze into the pants and then try to stretch the waistband. Sigh. I guess I've also been waiting for the newness of Facebook to wear off.
Its been a bit more fun that Myspace. I only ever found a few old friends on Myspace, on Facebook I've found quite a few. Its only sad that I keep getting those ads in the margains for things for the over 40 set. Sigh....
But, on to something else you won't care about, a couple of reviews. First, Robin Williams. I'll be honest, I'm not much on the comedy thing. He was funny, and hyper and everything just like on TV. He has quality researchers as he started with the local bits. Someone came in late and was down front, he quipped "oh, I see the Windsor Farms crowd is here", and he talked about Monument Avenue and all the second place trophies. Somewhere he mentioned us wanting to break away from northern VA, as it was really another state. So, yeah, 90 minutes of funny. I'm just not a laugh out loud guy, but he was good.
On to even less interesting a concert I went to. Well sort of. This was billed as the Blackest of the Black tour. Opening was Skeletonwitch. I missed 'em. Too friggin early. Wouldn't have minded seeing them. Meh.
Next was Winds of Plague. Meh. They might be on to something, but it seems they aren't quite there, or don't pull it off. The singer sort of rap/growls and now has a dyed mohawk. It just doesn't work.
Middle band Moonspell. Oh dear God, make them stop. It was just awful. There really isn't a good excuse for them being on the bill. They didn't fit, and well, the suck. I mean, well, they suck. The best part of the show was that the only played about 30 minutes. Thirty minutes of suck is waaaaay better than 90 minutes of suck. We'll revisit that thought in a paragraph.
Now, the reason I went in the first place. Dimmu Borgir. These guys make me laugh. I enjoy them. This is like Goth Metal. or something. The place was full of the goths. More black I haven't seen in years, but I guess it is the Blackest of the Black tour. Could have been the piercest of the piercing tour as well. Or. ah hell. So imagine Kiss. You know, a set, costumes and makeup. They really had too much going on on the stage. The stage was too small for all that so it had a mild Spinal Tap feel. Anyway they had videos playing on all the monitors for the show. Kind of odd. There was lots of fog. The crowd was really into it. It was fun. I mean seriously, how can you not just love a band whose first single has this refrain :
"My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair"
And consider they sing this with a straight face, in devil makeup and traditional heavy metal leather!?! This rivals Swans singing "Goddamn the sun" for humor. It just so happens that it all works for me. Yes, I'm somewhat twisted and dark. Sue me. I had fun.
Now, yes, there was another band....the headliner. From the very depths of hel......New Jersey, Danzig. I'm not a big fan. I really only know his early hit "Mother". Again this has some classic lyrics:
Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Of course this is mostly screamed. So, Mr. Danzig is four feet tall and four feet wide. Kind of square, with shoulder length hair. I imagine he's older than me, or at least close in age. When he turned around to walk to the drums we got to see his baldspot. Oh, Mr. Danzig. At least he didn't do the comb over. Well, I could have a lot of fun writing this, but I'll cut to the chase; he sucks. Really. I guess maybe I'm just not a fan. I noticed a good bit of the audience was gone as well. I'm sure many were there to see Dimmu. If I hadn't paid so much for tickets, I'd have left after the first song. As it was I walked to the back to hang for a bit. There were some kids back there that were drunk or high that had been standing with me earlier. I see this flame. Since you can't smoke in the club I was a bit confused. As I get closer I see a girl lighting his chest hair on fire. Bwahahaha. That was better than Danzig.
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