Another one from the Archives..
This was from a Poison show last summer...ah yes. Last summer. That was a good time!
This was what came first when I got home:
20 year old little girls at poison concerts. really? fucking really?
i've been listening to that shit since i was 4 years old.
just because you saw bret on rock of love does not the poison fan make.
fuck you 20 year old bimbos in your peach colored shirts you bought at the Deb, you deserved to get your ass kicked tonight.
i'm all for the boys getting better pussy, but yours is best kept for frat parties and bad girls gone wild videos.
seriously.
full recap coming tomorrow, featuring my thoughts on hating 99.99999% of the female population.
i've been listening to that shit since i was 4 years old.
just because you saw bret on rock of love does not the poison fan make.
fuck you 20 year old bimbos in your peach colored shirts you bought at the Deb, you deserved to get your ass kicked tonight.
i'm all for the boys getting better pussy, but yours is best kept for frat parties and bad girls gone wild videos.
seriously.
full recap coming tomorrow, featuring my thoughts on hating 99.99999% of the female population.
And the full recap:
Ok, I wanted to clarify my blog from last night (although not much clarification is really needed) and add a few things.
First of all, I suppose some of you might think that I'm jealous of those 20 year olds, and wish I was in their place. Truth be told, I've been THAT girl before to many a person I'm sure. I started going to see Poison 7 years ago, when I wasn't even legal to do ANYTHING but drive a car. But the thing is, it's just different now. When I woke up this morning I was reminded of some scene at the end of Almost Famous when one of the girls says (and this is not like a direct quote so don't hold me to it):
"Can you believe these new girls? None of them use birth control and they eat all the steak!
They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts."
It made me think of those girls last night and it made me smile. You know, most of my more musically literate friends joke me for being a Poison fan. I don't blame them. I've never claimed that Poison were especially talented musically or made music that had some enormous impact on life. But Poison always does their job, and they do it well. It's what they represent in my mind that makes them so special to me. Simply, they represent everything that is a good fuckin rock n roll show. Their lyrics may not feed starving children in Africa, nor would I want them to. They want to get drunk and get laid and have a good time doing it. And I think that's awesome. But they've also made me who I am today, and I know that is sort of odd and bizarre, but what the fuck ever. I will say here, that I have never slept with anyone in that band. And I'm glad I haven't. I'm not there to always get laid (although it used to be that way), I'm there to get drunk and have a good time and be fuckin glammed out and metal and whatever else. I'm not doing well with this whole aging thing, I'm about to turn 25, and I'm glad I am who I am today, i wouldn't give that back for a million bucks or be where I was when I was 20. But i sure wouldn't mind not getting older! I just realized last night seeing those girls, that I really don't think I'll ever do the groupie thing again, but at least when I was that girl, I was fucking cool. I never pancaked on some gross looking makeup, wore some shitty pastel outfit, and flipped out over bret michaels walking towards me onstage. I will rock the fuck out, but I will not look like a 13 year old boy band fan.
I know their music is for everyone, but last night just made me sad.
Number 1. There was no Dokken. So I was sad. I was also sad dealing with a very grumpy old man who came solely to see Dokken.
Number 2. Nothing but 20 year old girls, fat soccer moms, and dudes in button down shirts and shit. Seeing the crowd evolve over the past 7 years has been interesting, and I'm not denying that they've always attracted that sort of person....but it just sucks. I guess that's my fault for never wanting to be a Testament groupie or something!
On the whole, I had a good time. We hung out with some friends who are absolutely awesome...I wish they lived closer. We drank some beer. I peed outside with some dudes, and I saw a band I love. But times sure are changing, and I'm just sad about the state of metal.
It was the same way when I saw Judas Priest....you know I have friends that are metal, and they were stuck in the fucking back rockin out, while I had to tower over some fat fucks in sneakers that had enough cash to buy the fancy seats but who couldn't be assed to stand up and rock out to Motorhead and Testament.
When we came home, we watched Heavy Metal Parking Lot, and all I can say, is once again, I was born in the wrong decade.
First of all, I suppose some of you might think that I'm jealous of those 20 year olds, and wish I was in their place. Truth be told, I've been THAT girl before to many a person I'm sure. I started going to see Poison 7 years ago, when I wasn't even legal to do ANYTHING but drive a car. But the thing is, it's just different now. When I woke up this morning I was reminded of some scene at the end of Almost Famous when one of the girls says (and this is not like a direct quote so don't hold me to it):
"Can you believe these new girls? None of them use birth control and they eat all the steak!
They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts."
It made me think of those girls last night and it made me smile. You know, most of my more musically literate friends joke me for being a Poison fan. I don't blame them. I've never claimed that Poison were especially talented musically or made music that had some enormous impact on life. But Poison always does their job, and they do it well. It's what they represent in my mind that makes them so special to me. Simply, they represent everything that is a good fuckin rock n roll show. Their lyrics may not feed starving children in Africa, nor would I want them to. They want to get drunk and get laid and have a good time doing it. And I think that's awesome. But they've also made me who I am today, and I know that is sort of odd and bizarre, but what the fuck ever. I will say here, that I have never slept with anyone in that band. And I'm glad I haven't. I'm not there to always get laid (although it used to be that way), I'm there to get drunk and have a good time and be fuckin glammed out and metal and whatever else. I'm not doing well with this whole aging thing, I'm about to turn 25, and I'm glad I am who I am today, i wouldn't give that back for a million bucks or be where I was when I was 20. But i sure wouldn't mind not getting older! I just realized last night seeing those girls, that I really don't think I'll ever do the groupie thing again, but at least when I was that girl, I was fucking cool. I never pancaked on some gross looking makeup, wore some shitty pastel outfit, and flipped out over bret michaels walking towards me onstage. I will rock the fuck out, but I will not look like a 13 year old boy band fan.
I know their music is for everyone, but last night just made me sad.
Number 1. There was no Dokken. So I was sad. I was also sad dealing with a very grumpy old man who came solely to see Dokken.
Number 2. Nothing but 20 year old girls, fat soccer moms, and dudes in button down shirts and shit. Seeing the crowd evolve over the past 7 years has been interesting, and I'm not denying that they've always attracted that sort of person....but it just sucks. I guess that's my fault for never wanting to be a Testament groupie or something!
On the whole, I had a good time. We hung out with some friends who are absolutely awesome...I wish they lived closer. We drank some beer. I peed outside with some dudes, and I saw a band I love. But times sure are changing, and I'm just sad about the state of metal.
It was the same way when I saw Judas Priest....you know I have friends that are metal, and they were stuck in the fucking back rockin out, while I had to tower over some fat fucks in sneakers that had enough cash to buy the fancy seats but who couldn't be assed to stand up and rock out to Motorhead and Testament.
When we came home, we watched Heavy Metal Parking Lot, and all I can say, is once again, I was born in the wrong decade.
I liked Poison, but I was never a huge fan. I was in college when Poison was huge. I saw them once back in the day, when Warrant opened for them.
It's because of Poison that I met one of my best friends 20 years ago. During the past decade we've been to a few Poison shows. I think I've went to four Poison shows with her during the past decade.
Five years ago we went to Bret's solo show in the fall. For some odd reason he came back through town about six weeks later. We saw that show, too. At the same venue. Both of them drew a nice crowd, but hardly a Poison crowd. He put on a good show. The dude had my respect.
But somehow in the years since then he became a big Hollywood douche. Somebody figured out people would watch a train wreck of a dating show if he starred in it. (I've never seen it in my life... don't have cable.)
Two-1/2 years ago we got free tickets to see Bret. We were going to pay to see him, but we lucked out. Damn am I glad we did. He was about to start his "tour bus" edition of his VH1 show, and there were plenty of young babes in the crowd. I couldn't believe it. I didn't object to it, but I couldn't believe it.
Bret played for all of one hour. He couldn't be bothered to play for more than an hour, evidently. As a solo artist in 2008 he was now playing for bigger crowds, venues were charging more for his tickets and he couldn't be bothered to play for more than an hour. (He use to, before he was a hot commodity.)
Early 2009 I score free tickets again, so we drive an hour to see his show. Room was sold out, might have held 2,000, tough to tell. Bret plays for 59 minutes to an audience of young skanks who are in love with this lame ass douche.
I won tickets yet again to see hair plugs perform in early June, weeks after his alleged near-death experience, and a week or two after he won Donny Trump's celebrity charade. He was still "recovering." From what I read he toughed it out for all of 75 minutes. Those young skanks who were wetting their Huggies when Warrant was opening Bret's concerts should consider themselves lucky. I sold my tickets for $60. Tickets sold out prior to the concert at $33 each.
It's no wonder why the rest of the world hates us.
Your writing is entertaining, too bad you didn't stick it out with this blog.
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