The other day (actually about 9 months ago, but that's not the point of the story and I am feeling all comedian-like) I was listening to the radio and the DJ was talking about the Ramones and seeing them in concert. At the mention of "Ramones" and "concert" my mind wandered off, as it tends to do, and I got to thinking about how cool it would have been to see them in concert. (For those of you who don't know, a few of the Ramones are d-e-a-d. Some of you may argue that they were d-e-a-d to begin with, but keep it to yourself.) Okay. So, I was thinking, "Man. That would have been an awesome concert. Oh well." (I didn't say it was a deep thought I had. It was on the way to work, so it was a early, pre-morning-coffee thought.) Then the DJ mentioned Rage Against the Machine. Again, my mind wanders to, "Wow. Cool. Wish I would-have..." and it goes from there. Then the DJ mentioned Lollapalooza. Then he mentions 1996. Then my mind wanders back to 1996, (Not hard since in my head, for what ever reason, I believe it to be perpetually 1996.) and I realized I was there. Naw. Couldn't have been. Surely I would remember seeing The Ramones and Rage. Naw. That thought process continued for a few minutes. It continued until I remember what 1996 was like for me. It continues until I realize who I was dating and what 1996 was and what all of the Lollapalooza concerts were like for me.
Lollapalooza 1996 consisted of: My boyfriend who is now affectionately known as, Dip Shit, and he sold pot. Lots of pot. Lots and lots and lots of pot. Bricks. Bricks of pot. Pounds. Lots 'o pot. So I was stoned a lot. A LOT. If I wasn't at work or needing to do something productive there was a bowl in my hand and it wasn't of cereal. Well, maybe later in the day it contained cereal. Or brownie batter. Or ice cream. Or spaghetti sauce. Cheese. Something good that triggered the taste buds and never tasted so gooooooood. OKay, so that day (Lollapalooza) consisted of: he and I driving to the concert. Me, tucking an 1/8, it might have even been a 1/4, along the underwire of one boob and the pipe along the underwire of my other boob and then having him feel me up to see if he could feel or detect it. Nope.) (Good boobage.) I also remember making the comment that if they felt me up that good then they owed me something more than a beer. (Much like the airport security guard in Frankfurt). Into the concert we go. Smoke all of the pot and drink beer all day while sitting in a dirt-filled arena all while sitting in the hot, hot sun. Share and pass pot amongst the other concert goers, therefore smoking even more pot. Make numerous trips to the bathroom to pee. Have mad wild dirty (literally) drunken high sex at some point during the afternoon. Return home to take a shower. Go out later that night, and repeat all of the above.
...drift back to present day. Hmmm. Yep. Don't remember any of the bands that played that day, but it was an awesome concert.
Sometime I'll post about the many other concert going experiences. All good. I saw a bunch of up and coming bands when they truly rocked and were actually affordable to see.
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I saw the Ramones at Toad's Place in New Haven in 1991 or 1992. I actually remember the show, probably because Toad's Place actually cared if you smuggled pot into their bar. Not so much about underage drinking.
The thing I remember was my brother, who until then was more into the Grateful Dead, looking at the mosh pit like a kid at Christmas and saying "You mean, you can actually hit people and its OK?" and then going in and laying waste to the pile.
Lollapalooza. From what I vaguely reall, the security crew was higher than we were, and that took some doing. I remember seeing Jim Rose's traveling freak show, Red Hot Chili Peppers, moshing on a steep slope, and a kick-ass sod fight.
For the record, I don't recommend moshing on steep slopes.
limpy: because steep slopes are slickery?
Yeah. I would have been one of those girls in the pit. COmbat boots and floral skirts complete with message T. Hawt.
Bands I saw way back when: Super Suckers, Offspring, Smashing Pumpkins (literally right before they went huge and for 10 bucks.) and on and on...such awesome times.
Not only are they slippery, but they're steep and have no good footing after Ministry plays an Ozzy song and you rip up all the sod and throw it at the people who bought seats as opposed to lawn tickets.
I did see the Pumpkins before they broke big, but otherwise I usually see smaller bands in smaller venues and leave it at that. Once they're big enough for arenas, I have no interest. If I can't stand up and suck down a few beers there's no point in going
Hence seeing the Supersuckers four times in three years, plus Social Distortion twice, plus Lucinda Williams, etc. etc.
Combat boots, floral skirt and message T? Did I pick you up at Great Woods in MA? And by "pick up" I mean fish out of the mud when you got knocked over.
Everyone should have that kind of concert experience. God knows I have them - except it wasn't Lollapalooza, it was a local concert back in DC called HFS-tival. Had awesome freaking bands, was all day, and you could smell the pot and beer over 4 blocks away. Ahhh...I remember that. There's definitely some brain cells of mine left there!
Limpy: I so hear ya. Arenas, blech. Local clubs where everyone is standing and swaying to the music with beer in hand? Awesome.
I still remember the first bar concert I went to. It was to a local 18 and over place, my big brother took me and it was exactly where I needed to be. After that I was there every Friday and Saturday...and Thursdays. I knew all the guys who worked there, dated a few, and had wonderful times.
A local place has "bands" once a week. On a Wednesday (Yeah. I don't know why either.) Anyway, hardly anyone there, we all consider ourselves groupie-stalkers and we talk back and forth between us and the band/singer. It's nice in a hilarious pathetic sort of way.
As far as the mud and pit, possibly. I always wanted to say, thank you to that guy.
Thanks.
ptg: ...and that's exactly how it should be.
Man, security has totally ruined the concert going experience for kids today.
...Wow. Do I sound old.
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