Post by bexface on Aug 19, 2003 0:15:22 GMT -5
First, I want to start off with an apology. My apology is for being a selfish, whiny, selfish, whiny, doesnt-know-any-better, selfish, whiny, assxxxe.
Because that is what I was just only a few hours ago. And now I stand naked before you. Ashamed and alone.
Because I was being such a jerk, I could not approach the concert with the regular fullness. So even though "wampum prayer" played in the distance, I just had to wander around, feeling the crowd and the people. Meadowbrook is a really beautiful amphitheatre; in a sense I was stunned by how much better it was than Pine Knob. I wandered around from the front to the back; you can even wander a little further back to this cute gazebo and some scenic picnic tables to sit down and drink your beer.
(Which I did a lot of. That is, drink beer. Somehow I must account for this beer factor. Sometimes I think I have down the equation; and then I am proven wrong. o well.)
I stood at the top of amphitheatre and threw myself into "a sorta fairytale," in a way that I could never while sitting down close to the stage. Despite being driven like a moth to the flame, I find I need the distance to be as completely involved. Strange, but true. So being able to get up and wander around has its advantages. You see things from a different perspective. And that is always important.
Then I wandered back down to where I am supposed to be, thinking, okay, just sit down and settle down, i mean this is supposed to be a Tori concert, please don't piss off the people sitting behind you. But I just can't help myself. "Professional Widow" rocked just as bad in Cleveland, if not more. I was coming back to my seat when "Sweet Dreams" came on (one of my official predictions just before the concert). Well, how could I just sit down while that was rocking the crowd. So I just stood and danced somewhere on the hill again until it was all over.
Then I graduated to a spot where I could just backstep a little back from the stage, just on the front concrete apron of the steeply-side-sloped lawn. And dance my ass off.
(really, if you saw me, you knew how much fun I was having)
(but REALLY i am sorry if I was too ballistic for you. i am just sure someone will say that on the Dent tomorrow)
Not that this concert was all about ballstic music. This Cafe was about as stunning as any I have experienced lately. Burning like a fire, "I'm on Fire." "Cooling" with a beautiful passion. (what completed the trilogy?) But the Cafe is not officially over until the tune with the band.
We are leaves. We fall to the ground. But some of us fall into the water. We are whirled off into places we don't want be, further from those we love, those we live with. And so it is for a very dear friend of mine. "Can't stop what's coming, can't stop what's on its way."
Then back to the concert. Somehow "Take to the Sky" came along and I knew I would have to get back up to the side to dance. Which I did as much as I could. Then back upstairs for a break. Then back down for "Precious Things."
For the encores, I have to admit to jumping over the very empty seats in front of me to catch the edge of the stage. And knocking that chair over. (and quickly putting it back up, i might add) And why were so many pit seats open? Power outage result for me? No matter. I could just not believe the empty space around me, allowing free roaming, not a normal thing for a Tori concert. Yeah, I could stand over here and put my ears against this speaker. How about putting my head into the bass speaker? So I immersed myself in Jon's rhythms for whole sections of R&B-emphasized funk. (Mark could've just blown out my ears if he had wanted to.) Really, without looking at the Dent, I can tell the encores were awesome. Two, plus three, which definitely makes up for the power outage. Thank you, Tori!!
So really, I am sorry for bitching earlier. I don't deserve as good as that was. Some of us here are from places like Australia or Brazil. How senseless is it for someone like me to complain about losing RAINN tickets when I can have the opportunity to see Tori up so close and with such amount of space and they never even get the chance to see her in concert? Pretty senseless. So sorry for the complaining. No amount of money can replace such an experience as what I just had a couple of hours ago.
Bexface rating: xx out of XX
(really, i will have to propose a new rating system sometime soon)
Because that is what I was just only a few hours ago. And now I stand naked before you. Ashamed and alone.
Because I was being such a jerk, I could not approach the concert with the regular fullness. So even though "wampum prayer" played in the distance, I just had to wander around, feeling the crowd and the people. Meadowbrook is a really beautiful amphitheatre; in a sense I was stunned by how much better it was than Pine Knob. I wandered around from the front to the back; you can even wander a little further back to this cute gazebo and some scenic picnic tables to sit down and drink your beer.
(Which I did a lot of. That is, drink beer. Somehow I must account for this beer factor. Sometimes I think I have down the equation; and then I am proven wrong. o well.)
I stood at the top of amphitheatre and threw myself into "a sorta fairytale," in a way that I could never while sitting down close to the stage. Despite being driven like a moth to the flame, I find I need the distance to be as completely involved. Strange, but true. So being able to get up and wander around has its advantages. You see things from a different perspective. And that is always important.
Then I wandered back down to where I am supposed to be, thinking, okay, just sit down and settle down, i mean this is supposed to be a Tori concert, please don't piss off the people sitting behind you. But I just can't help myself. "Professional Widow" rocked just as bad in Cleveland, if not more. I was coming back to my seat when "Sweet Dreams" came on (one of my official predictions just before the concert). Well, how could I just sit down while that was rocking the crowd. So I just stood and danced somewhere on the hill again until it was all over.
Then I graduated to a spot where I could just backstep a little back from the stage, just on the front concrete apron of the steeply-side-sloped lawn. And dance my ass off.
(really, if you saw me, you knew how much fun I was having)
(but REALLY i am sorry if I was too ballistic for you. i am just sure someone will say that on the Dent tomorrow)
Not that this concert was all about ballstic music. This Cafe was about as stunning as any I have experienced lately. Burning like a fire, "I'm on Fire." "Cooling" with a beautiful passion. (what completed the trilogy?) But the Cafe is not officially over until the tune with the band.
We are leaves. We fall to the ground. But some of us fall into the water. We are whirled off into places we don't want be, further from those we love, those we live with. And so it is for a very dear friend of mine. "Can't stop what's coming, can't stop what's on its way."
Then back to the concert. Somehow "Take to the Sky" came along and I knew I would have to get back up to the side to dance. Which I did as much as I could. Then back upstairs for a break. Then back down for "Precious Things."
For the encores, I have to admit to jumping over the very empty seats in front of me to catch the edge of the stage. And knocking that chair over. (and quickly putting it back up, i might add) And why were so many pit seats open? Power outage result for me? No matter. I could just not believe the empty space around me, allowing free roaming, not a normal thing for a Tori concert. Yeah, I could stand over here and put my ears against this speaker. How about putting my head into the bass speaker? So I immersed myself in Jon's rhythms for whole sections of R&B-emphasized funk. (Mark could've just blown out my ears if he had wanted to.) Really, without looking at the Dent, I can tell the encores were awesome. Two, plus three, which definitely makes up for the power outage. Thank you, Tori!!
So really, I am sorry for bitching earlier. I don't deserve as good as that was. Some of us here are from places like Australia or Brazil. How senseless is it for someone like me to complain about losing RAINN tickets when I can have the opportunity to see Tori up so close and with such amount of space and they never even get the chance to see her in concert? Pretty senseless. So sorry for the complaining. No amount of money can replace such an experience as what I just had a couple of hours ago.
Bexface rating: xx out of XX
(really, i will have to propose a new rating system sometime soon)
