| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Asleep. Phone rings. It's my friend Captain Stubing (so called, not because his name is Merril, but because he owns a boat). CS: "Guess what?" me: "huh?" CS: "Oh did I wake you?" me: "yup, s'okay. what?" CS: "We're going to see LIVE" me: "I fucking love you" and now fully awake. So, turns out the captain won tickets, and decided to take his girlfriend, and me (I'm paying off my ticket which he bought) to see one of our favourite bands. So we turn up mega-early, and get a standing position fairly close to the stage. All around us people are slowly moving in for the crush, drinking, smoking (and not just the legal sort), slappers in white pants, teenage girls with too much make-up, teenage boys with too much hair-gel, and CS, CS's girl, and me. Then the opening act come out. It's Christchurch band Slim. Who are good. But a little hard to hear. Lots of screaming lyrics. And only 20 minutes, with lots of plugging of their new album. Which you can apparently get at all good music stores, inlcuding the warehouse. They bugger off, and out come a band I had never even heard of. Stabbing Westward. And they rock.The lead singer was a bit of a hottie too. And he had a nice tummy. No no, I wasn't backstage... he took his top off. The audience loved him. I think nearly everyone was dancing. And screaming. And being that we are a polite nation, clapping after every song. Eventually the main act. And they rocked. I knew they would. Unfortuntley I was stuck behind the freakishly tallest man in the building... but after a while I got used to craning my neck round him to see the band. I sang, woohooed, and boogied my arse off. CS wondered about this finger pointing arm thrusting movement that most of the guys in the audience were doing... which I couldn't explain. CS's girl wondered about the fashion choices of some of the bimbo's wandering round. There's nothing like going to a concert and singing along with the audience and the band. But sometimes I wonder if the band thinks 'fuck these guys are bad singers'. |
(sighs of relief from every piece of furniture in a radius of 100 yards) |
Joke back in 94 or 95. They didn't have much of a stage presence back then. |
The boys in the crowd seemed to think so by the way they were doing that arm finger pointing thrusty thing, and yelling the words. |