In her entry “Crazy Concert Carnivale”, Gina said:
Some of the concerts I have been to in the past have been rolling around in my head lately, and I thought I would compile some of them into one post.
I decided to do the same. The questions are Gina’s; the answers are mine.
How many concerts I have attended: Not nearly as many as most of my friends would guess. About 20.
The concert I am most embarrassed to admit I attended: I was happy to attend every concert I’ve been to, at least at the time of the concert. If I had to pick one, then I have to pick three: Stryper, a Christian hair metal band, which I saw three times. I’m still a fan of the hair metal (go ahead, laugh), but when I think back to the over-the-top costumes and staging of the Stryper concerts, I feel a little sheepish for having been there. Those concerts also have the distinction of being the loudest I’ve ever been to (and that includes two AC/DC concerts).
The most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me at a concert: When I went to see Janis Ian at the Kent Stage a few years ago, I tripped in the lobby – over nothing, as far as I could tell – and sprained my ankle.
Band I have seen the most times in concert: Melissa Etheridge, with five. I skipped her last tour due to a combination of lack of funds and being unimpressed with her Lucky album (I know, that’s tantamount to blasphemy – so take away my lesbian membership card). When she had her bout with breast cancer, I momentarily thought, “Oh shit, what if I don’t get to see her in concert again.” But she is touring again this summer, and I plan to go, even if I have to sit in the cheap seats.
Most entertaining thing I have ever seen at a concert (other than the band): Stryper concerts were always amusing for the audience mix: typical metal dudes and chicks alongside buttoned-down Christian kids. The most entertaining thing I saw at one such concert was a couple of those presumably buttoned-down Christian kids who were seated directly in front of us. Apparently, this couple didn’t get much “alone time.” Through the entire concert, they remained seated, even when the rest of the crowd was on its feet. The boy had his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, and his hand was clearly snaked underneath her shirt and inside her bra. Her hands were never visible to us . . .
First concert I ever attended: The Osmonds, circa 1977. (No, I’m not embarrassed by this – I was twelve years old).
Farthest I have ever traveled for a concert: to Akron, about 30 miles away.
Most disappointing concert: Indigo Girls (I think it was the Shaming of the Sun Tour). I can’t quite say why. IG performed well, but it didn’t captivate me the way I thought it would. Of course, it didn’t help that the row of baby dykes behind us kept climbing over us to go buy beer (and then go empty themselves of beer). I’m amazed I didn’t get doused. I was also annoyed that the crowd sang along so loudly that I couldn’t hear IG at times – maybe that was a mixing problem.
Worst thing that ever happened to me at a concert: See entry above for most embarrassing thing.
Best.Concert.Ever.: Peter, Paul & Mary, at Kent State University, May 4, 1995. I applauded so much and so hard that I bruised both my palms.
1 comment:
Oh wow, Deb, thanks for unoficially turning that into a meme!
I could see how not hearing the group over the crowd would be highly annoying. But then, I'm pretty easily annoyed.
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