Yesterday I grumbled about how poor the last couple of gigs I'd been to were. No communication with the audience, pretty poor acoustics and all round suckiness for several reasons. I was rightfully skeptical about how good the band would be last night.
My skepticism was in vain. The bruises and scratches down my arms can attest to that, along with the aches in every muscle of my body.
Where do I begin? The rather terrific performance of the supporting acts? Aiden and Taking Back Sunday... not 'great' bands, but they rocked pretty hard and they were good showman. I'd never heard Aiden before, but I found myself singing along once I caught the choruses. And Taking Back Sunday... I'm not much of a fan, but Cute without the E had me jumping around like a madman. I love that song.
And then on come LostProphets. It wouldn't do justice to explain why it was a great gig. If you've been to a great gig, you know what that feeling is like where everything is just perfect: The attitude of the crowd and the band, the songs chosen, the interaction, the sideshows (Mexican waves, everyone singing the tune to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Wall of Death, moshing).
I've still got that post-orgasmic feeling* from the gig, even though every muscle aches and all my bruises and cuts sting. I am a man! :D
*not that I'd know what that was like, but that's another story for another node.